I miss you love
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I keep trying to find a way to write this Can I call you beautiful angel I bet you're hurting You don't like poetry Then why has your words sewn me Back to the way I was You think you have to fight
Do you remember that night? When you and I lay on that couch, That couch with stains from different nights, And you said you’d never live my side, Come rain come shine?
You are a cigarette I crave you so very often You fill up my lungs and leave my head dizzy Once I've gotten my buzz I breathe you out and watch you dance away with the wind always left wanting more