As I

As i walk to the corridor

you were near in the blue door

standing straight with a smile

and looking at you with you with a distance of mile

laughing with your friends
and talking with your future

and i want to stay by your side

where we can enjoy the last time

As i write this poem for you

you are studying in the afternoon

sitting on the blue chair,

and did not care

when i sing a song

because you were listening to her voice

As I say goodbye to you

you are near on the blue

playing with the water

and i know i will not win against that player

As I say i love you

you are looking to her tableau

stop with her swaying hair

all i did is sit on the chair

As I got tired of love

and release a dove

you are walking on the center aisle

with you hands up high

with white dress of yours
and throw the square

and leave me happy

and did not notice me

crying of not winning your heart

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