Your bright smiles are blinding
Your sweet, sweet voice enveloping
Like honey on a cold day
Your depth is unending
I suppose we are alike in the way we connect
I suppose you are different in that you are direct
I suppose we are still young
I suppose we are headstrong
But we both know where we stood
We both are trying to feel good
We know this won't last
Darlin', this too will be in the past
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Snippets
PoetryPoems and random stuff during times that I feel sad or in love and something in between.
