P.S.

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I can't stop loving you
I've tried
You made me a postscript
Some of me died

I can't stop thinking about your hand on my face
I can't stop the fear of never seeing you again
Whispered your name into the night
Like a place I've always been

I should've kissed you
Back when you turned seventeen
Got drunk and held you
No matter what it seemed

Thought I was protecting you
From my life and ill ease
Thought somehow
You I could someday please

You made me your postscript
On a story I loved to read
I remembered how much I love you
And how it's you I need

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 02 ⏰

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