A couple things I miss:
The way you grab my lips
Or when you put
Both hands on my hips.
I know I make poor rhyme
I doubt that's a crime;
I simply want you
To be mine.
Maybe our time has past,
Both of us need a rest
And I hate to say "but",
But you calm down my stress.
You went here on july
And we had no time to pass by;
I know 'cause I count
And you're still being kind.
Forget about how hard it is,
Just pretend we're like the sea:
Don't try to figure out,
Just enjoy as far as you can see.
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