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Back to you

Laying in his arms felt like treason,

Why after wanting it for so long?

All I could think about was you,

He kept asking about you,

"How is he? You guys official yet?"

"No, and I don't think we ever will be,

So just hold me tonight."

We talked about life,

It came back to you.

We talked about death,

It came back to you.

We talked about relationships,

It came back to you.

It felt so good to be in his arms,

But I kept thinking,

"If only it was you."

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sj-stine
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Sep 26, 2010
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