If I need an excuse to talk to,
It's that I love you,
Miss you,
Crave you.
You understand me,
I understand you,
We're open, even when we're closed.
It's the feeling of being with you,
The rush of each kiss,
Each time I hold you,
You hug my arm,
This is what it means to be loved,
To be close to someone,
I think I'll be okay.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
If I need an excuse to talk to,
It's that I love you,
Miss you,
Crave you.
You understand me,
I understand you,
We're open, even when we're closed.
It's the feeling of being with you,
The rush of each kiss,
Each time I hold you,
You hug my arm,
This is what it means to be loved,
To be close to someone,
I think I'll be okay.
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