My hands across your chest.
Down your stomach.
Grazing your every inch.
Listing off the things I love about you in my head:
Your smile, Your laugh, Your words, Your ,
[(stop)]
But it’s okay.
You've found another.
And they will never stay,
But my need for you will remain.
Just maybe, one day, this will definitely go away.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
My hands across your chest.
Down your stomach.
Grazing your every inch.
Listing off the things I love about you in my head:
Your smile, Your laugh, Your words, Your ,
[(stop)]
But it’s okay.
You've found another.
And they will never stay,
But my need for you will remain.
Just maybe, one day, this will definitely go away.
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