You Inside Of My Mind

You Inside Of My Mind short poem

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Up and down,
Something special happens inside of my head
When I close my eyes and one step back
I look at my soul
and I figure out what I don’t know.

Left and right this is my way
Close to me, may you can stay ?
You told me: “yes, anyway”
When I await your reply
my heart beats fast, but I never die
Because I have you inside of my mind.

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I am 21 years old, I am a boy that is fascinating for poems, actually I study Electrical Engineering and Computer Science and I am Brazilian, my native language is the portuguese, but english is part of my whole life.
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