Here on this bus I remember the last time I was doing something like this.
You were sitting beside me holding my hand.
You found my sweet spot just below the back of my knee and tease me about it and you just seem to make me feel good.
I knew I felt happiness with you as I rested my head in your shoulder.
Complete happiness.
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What happened to the nights we stayed up texting?
Now I barely even get a response.
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Yearn for You [poems]
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