Forget me not
Oh sweet wishing well
Remember me
In the land of the dead
Of your memory
Not to the kissing booth
But to the end of the road
When I was silent
And you couldn't find me
So you searched
Until you found me
Then you held me so closely
All I could feel is your fire
I was afraid of your heat
The night was cold and you were
Just so warm
And I said I didn't want any hugs
But I just wanted your hugs
Because I wanted warmth
Your warmth
The truth is
I'm ice cold
And your warmth was best
Hold me again
Close enough to hear your heart beat
And no matter how I push away
Keep pulling me closer
Because I feel comfort
In your hands
Always
But always is not forever ♾
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Midnight Music
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