The day when I confess all my love.
I hope you don't reply with a shrug.
I know I'm over *** and all the other drugs.
Every time I think of you my keens quake.
I'll take a nap, wishing you'ed text me before I wake.
Now dreams are near.
And all my other feeling I know longer fear.
The one that stands out from the rest, is by far the best.
Love.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
The day when I confess all my love.
I hope you don't reply with a shrug.
I know I'm over *** and all the other drugs.
Every time I think of you my keens quake.
I'll take a nap, wishing you'ed text me before I wake.
Now dreams are near.
And all my other feeling I know longer fear.
The one that stands out from the rest, is by far the best.
Love.
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