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May 2012
I need to be embraced by your touch
I miss your smile way too much.
Is it too late to go back?
To relive those late night conversations,
or when you grabbed my hand to get rid of your silent frustrations.
I want so bad to fix everything,
But you say we rushed things.
It's not like I was asking for a diamond ring.

I see right through you.
Your heart guarded, 
Hidden behind those shallow eyes,
You're not fooling me,
So take off your disguise.

That sacred place just isn't the same
And I can't help but to say that you're the blame.
Just hold me,
Play with my hair,
Intertwine our fingers without a care.

I'm sick of breaking,
My heart was yours for the taking
But you didn't take it
What made you break it?
Written by
Tori Tucker
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   Alan Dickson
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