The way that you look at me is the stuff what most I miss
And the way that you look is what most I wonder
Your scent is pleasant which **** me
How you used to jump to greet me as if you were playing airplane and you had already come to the end
How you look at the floor when something displeases you
I miss how you hugged me for anything
And how you hurt me
That you were madure and intelligent
And you also did pouts because I ****** you off
When you sighed before saying a dramatic phrase
When you were my secret
When you smiled to me
And you were to me
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
The way that you look at me is the stuff what most I miss
And the way that you look is what most I wonder
Your scent is pleasant which **** me
How you used to jump to greet me as if you were playing airplane and you had already come to the end
How you look at the floor when something displeases you
I miss how you hugged me for anything
And how you hurt me
That you were madure and intelligent
And you also did pouts because I ****** you off
When you sighed before saying a dramatic phrase
When you were my secret
When you smiled to me
And you were to me
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