Encouraging as she can beHer soft words and gentle touch,could never be
A way to Harm and a way to hurtso to me, I'd be a little child with a big bucket full of dirt
Her laugh and smiles sends spirals on my chestI will always cheer her on for the best
The nights are the loneliest with my memory in hand The thoughts of our hugging flesh
I swear everything I say is with an innocent aweMy stomach tickles and I giggle with the texts you send
