Oh baby girl he will play with your hair
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear
As he looks into your eyes
Planting peppermint kisses upon
Your soft lips
But one day
He'll hold your waist from behind
And whisper in your ear
" baby girl I never loved you at all "
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PoetryPoetry isn't like clockwork it comes when it wants when it feels its presence is needed so when it comes knocking I answer
