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Thinking Of You

Beep!! Beep!! on my phone,
I hope it's a text from you.
I can read your messages million times,
Until I get another from you.

Right from the morning to sunset,
I've been thinking of someone I've 
never met.
I wonder if you feel the same,
because I'm falling for you again,
And again.

It's not about a call or a text or an outlandish meme,
nor a Facebook like or a loony smiley.
It's the idea of sharing my day with you,
And smiling all day thinking of you.
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Comments

  1. Unknown6 January 2017 at 18:33

    I dnt knw dat eu hav a talent to write... its jst amazing... lukin forward for more...

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  2. Unknown6 January 2017 at 19:52

    U r getting better and better each day.. Amazing u r

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  3. Unknown7 January 2017 at 00:59

    Good one brother....your lyrics reminds me of someone very special.

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    1. Vivek Pradhan9 January 2017 at 00:22

      Thank u..it's my pleasure if it reminds u of someone special.

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