Wild
Oh the way he looked at me had my heart at the tip of my tongue
And the way he touched me
That drove me wild
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Belonging
Teen FictionA collections of poems from the first time I fell in love. The art of falling The art of breaking The art of missing The art of coming back
Wild
Wild
Oh the way he looked at me had my heart at the tip of my tongue
And the way he touched me
That drove me wild
