I can write you a thousand love letters.
And my hand
Would never get tired.
I can say your name a thousand times.
And my tongue
Would never go dry.
I can give you, my heart.
And blood would still
Pump through my veins.
I don’t need my love.
You can take it.
Please just take it.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 2:17 PM UTC
I can write you a thousand love letters.
And my hand
Would never get tired.
I can say your name a thousand times.
And my tongue
Would never go dry.
I can give you, my heart.
And blood would still
Pump through my veins.
I don’t need my love.
You can take it.
Please just take it.
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