Prince

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My glasses reflected off the light,

Charging both of my eyes,

What I saw was sometimes unbelievable, but

My words interpreted everything.

Silence won't make you precious,

I prefer writing about you,

How can my hands be calm,

Coz my mind is still fixed on that,

So I just fixed my glasses, again.

I love thick books that you might hate,

With a bottle of milk someday,

I love when I can enjoy it together,

Especially if it's only seen by you,

The proof, that I often feed my brain.

My glasses stimulated something again, someone stole my attention,

I didn't bring my ballpoint, so . . .

I just wrote it in my mind :

"The prince walked so gallantly, his head down but his eyes were sharp, his legs stepped but seems hurriedly, hey how mysterious you are . . ."

And really, my glasses tilted back. 

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#thediary

2.40 PM

at department store