A kiss too late that left my lips
And passed to you with a gentle press
As you glided by.
You barely seemed to see my eyes
In wanting need of some return
And glanced your sadness on to me
That now was not the time.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
A kiss too late that left my lips
And passed to you with a gentle press
As you glided by.
You barely seemed to see my eyes
In wanting need of some return
And glanced your sadness on to me
That now was not the time.
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