Oh, how I wish I could get you back.
They way you used to look,
Act,
Think,
Smile.
I wish I could get it back.
The way you used to touch me,
Kiss me,
Hold me,
Love me.
How I want it all for me.
I want you to hold me in your arms,
like it used to be.
I want to feel your soft, warm skin.
And I want to kiss your pink, parted lips.
As they whisper "I love you",
In my ear.
I miss the way it was.
Such tenderness and passion.
I felt so loved inside your arms.
I never wanted to leave.
Never once did I fear you,
All there was was trust.
But now,
Now...
All I can ever think about,
Is how you used to be.
_
'10
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC
Oh, how I wish I could get you back.
They way you used to look,
Act,
Think,
Smile.
I wish I could get it back.
The way you used to touch me,
Kiss me,
Hold me,
Love me.
How I want it all for me.
I want you to hold me in your arms,
like it used to be.
I want to feel your soft, warm skin.
And I want to kiss your pink, parted lips.
As they whisper "I love you",
In my ear.
I miss the way it was.
Such tenderness and passion.
I felt so loved inside your arms.
I never wanted to leave.
Never once did I fear you,
All there was was trust.
But now,
Now...
All I can ever think about,
Is how you used to be.
_
'10
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