What are we
I feel sparks
But are we mere friends?
Yet every time
you look at me and smile
or hold me a little longer
I become more yours.
So before I go mad
Are you committed to our possibility too
or am I being a fool?
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
What are we
I feel sparks
But are we mere friends?
Yet every time
you look at me and smile
or hold me a little longer
I become more yours.
So before I go mad
Are you committed to our possibility too
or am I being a fool?
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