Maybe Not Anymore
Am I Living It Well ?Train of thoughts send me to space
Invading my mind
Picking up stars that are farfetched
If ever there"s a smile that was this contagious
I selfishly hope that I was some kind of a happy virus
But why does this eyes that are watching
Are now wet?
Could it be that the cold have being overpowered by the warmth of love?
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