What if I told you I think you’re perfect Beautiful forests in your eyes When I look at them I see where my dream hides And I have been hanging on every word you said to me I want to make you laugh a little harder Every time I am talking to you You tell me something new And I feel alive It’s like I always knew you I never meet a person that’s like you A mind that made me go insane Never have I stepped into such an amazing brain And each moment I feel like I can make you laugh a little harder Every time it’s fun to hear from you Your silky hair is like a dream path to wonderland And every time I talk to you it’s like I always knew you There are no memories we share Except that one stare But I feel a connection is there You make me think hard everyday And it’s like I feel alive again As long as I talk to you I will have faith that there is nothing I can’t do.
Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
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