I wish I could make you smile while singing a simile,
of what it's like when you sit next to me.
Or tell you another metaphor,
of what it's like when we grow old together.
Will you hold me
when I won't hold you?
I'm sorry, but
I will always love you
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
I wish I could make you smile while singing a simile,
of what it's like when you sit next to me.
Or tell you another metaphor,
of what it's like when we grow old together.
Will you hold me
when I won't hold you?
I'm sorry, but
I will always love you
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