Sweetie,
I'm sorry that I keep staring at the other boys.
And keep thinking of the other girls,
But if I'm being honest,
If you ever left me
Love would be a forgotten feeling
That I never want to reclaim.
I may crave the skin of others,
But my beating heart is in your hands.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
Sweetie,
I'm sorry that I keep staring at the other boys.
And keep thinking of the other girls,
But if I'm being honest,
If you ever left me
Love would be a forgotten feeling
That I never want to reclaim.
I may crave the skin of others,
But my beating heart is in your hands.
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