baby please.
i want your lips against mine.
your hair messed up.
your hands running down my back.
my body pressed against yours.
i want you.
but miles baby. miles separate us.
just promise me something;
this will become our normal.
this will become reality.
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pieces of a heartbreak
De Todotales of a broken hearted girl, with no turning points.
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baby please.
i want your lips against mine.
your hair messed up.
your hands running down my back.
my body pressed against yours.
i want you.
but miles baby. miles separate us.
just promise me something;
this will become our normal.
this will become reality.