I'd be lying if said I never think about you
I'd be lying if said I don't remember that first kiss
I'd be lying if I said I don't want you back
But the biggest lie would be if I said
We should try again
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoetryCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
