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Jun 2017
I wandered aimlessly across the creaking wood floors
Each made a sound I've heard before
Both of your heavy feet which stepped with grace
As your curly hair fell to your shoulders
And your smile awakened my soul

You disappeared into the night, to your parents house
They'd much rather send you aflight than to believe you'd been loused by me
You had to fix things and that's alright
No house is ever perfect inside nor out
You're strong, I know you can do it without a doubt

When you've done all that can be
Then come back to me
Come home, let me see you
Let us meet at 11's dew

Turn my body into a fiery furnace
Because lately, I've been very drab
And let me see those frizzy curls
That hide under your hijab

When you've done all that can be
Then come back to me
Come home, let me see you
I'll be waiting at 11's dew
Written by
Alexander  19/M
(19/M)   
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   Stfuitsjordan
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