Every time you kiss me, you leave me
And keep me waiting, waiting
Months, years until the next sweet brush of lips.
The hands halt and the sweet ticking of my watch goes silent.
Nothing to be done.
I won't wait for you anymore.
If you ever show up, you'll arrive to a lonely company.
Every time you kissed me, you left me.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Every time you kiss me, you leave me
And keep me waiting, waiting
Months, years until the next sweet brush of lips.
The hands halt and the sweet ticking of my watch goes silent.
Nothing to be done.
I won't wait for you anymore.
If you ever show up, you'll arrive to a lonely company.
Every time you kissed me, you left me.
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