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I stood there with you in the cold Your jacket enveloped me I had to roll up the sleeve just to interlock my fingers with yours You notice my hand starting to freeze And it only made you hang on tighter You stand by my side the entire night Chatting as if we have known each other our whole lives I tried to leave you to see if you would follow It turns out The few seconds apart were the worst of the night You walk around introducing me as my girl I wonder if you really mean what you say I wish I could call myself your girl Your shaking hand grasps my stray hairs Delicately placing them behind my ear. I taste your lips against mine And suddenly our surroundings disappear I don't know how you do it Make me feel so loved and wanted Without actually loving (maybe just wanting) me I know this started out As a one night thing But here we are 4 months later Me wanting you to love me.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
To love me.
I stood there with you in the cold Your jacket enveloped me I had to roll up the sleeve just to interlock my fingers with yours You notice my hand starting to freeze And it only made you hang on tighter You stand by my side the entire night Chatting as if we have known each other our whole lives I tried to leave you to see if you would follow It turns out The few seconds apart were the worst of the night You walk around introducing me as my girl I wonder if you really mean what you say I wish I could call myself your girl Your shaking hand grasps my stray hairs Delicately placing them behind my ear. I taste your lips against mine And suddenly our surroundings disappear I don't know how you do it Make me feel so loved and wanted Without actually loving (maybe just wanting) me I know this started out As a one night thing But here we are 4 months later Me wanting you to love me.
brooke-bello
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
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