And now
Even now
After working so hard
Not to love you
I find myself
With butterflies
Every time
You touch me.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
And now
Even now
After working so hard
Not to love you
I find myself
With butterflies
Every time
You touch me.
Putting his arm around me, hugging me, touching my cheek with hiis thumb. Why does he have to keep playing with me?
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