Mar 2014
How i long to feel his lips on mine,
To rest my arms on his spine
To hold on and never let go
The time spent apart seems to go so slow
I long to smell his smell again
When will he be here? when..
But he is not mine to touch or hold
Maybe I should just let go
I just don't know
To rest my arms on his spine
To hold on and never let go
The time spent apart seems to go so slow
I long to smell his smell again
When will he be here? when..
But he is not mine to touch or hold
Maybe I should just let go
I just don't know
Sorry about how the whole second half is the ''oh'' rhyme but enjoy anyways ^.^
(Ireland)
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