You run your fingers through my hair With great gentleness and care You hold my hand walking down the street Paying no attention to who we meet You say “sweetie” and “lovely” when you’re happy To make yourself sound sappy. You even say you love me To make me see So please forgive me when I ask Is this real? And then you say that’s the deal Show me you mean these things And make my heart lift on glittering wings Tell me you will never leave, So my mind will not act like a sieve. Hold me tight and don’t let go, Just make it so, When we part I will know, What it feels like to be loved
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I have stories, but I think you might have to post them to the blog. I don't think people are going to read comments from every single post.
i would being the weirdo i am. you can send me via email if you want them on the main blog.
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