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Hello You Are The Moon


Paris (par-is)-

1) a sentimental yearning for a reality that isn't genuine  

2) an irrecoverable condition for fantasy that evokes nostalgia or day dreams.



THEY CALL ME naive,

silly children, they call us

at 14 we know none, right?

i beg to disagree, i beg to differ

i always wanted to just run away with you

as soon as i can, get you and take you to our paris 

a world of our own

and a world where i will never let you go and 

my arms will never leave your waist and

lips never leaving your soft, sweet ones;

where a smile will never leave my face.

a fantasy, a fairytale 

if we go down, we will be together

you'll show your mother wrong and

show them you are better

i will stand tall and 

help you battle your demons

since now they dance with mine now.


we will be teenage sweethearts growing old,

and i may not promise that you'll always feel special,

but i'll make sure you're the only lady who

falls asleep in my arms

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