To kiss;
Hold my chin up with your warm fingers
No, I don't want you to
Let go of what we have.
You should definitely
Let your tender lips touch mine, and
I'll never
Push you away.
I have to say, that soon will I
Fall into my (love)sick self
After you go away,
I'll throw this love
in the bin.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
To kiss;
Hold my chin up with your warm fingers
No, I don't want you to
Let go of what we have.
You should definitely
Let your tender lips touch mine, and
I'll never
Push you away.
I have to say, that soon will I
Fall into my (love)sick self
After you go away,
I'll throw this love
in the bin.
backwards and forwards, you see?
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