I love simple things,
Like when it was Friday night,
I fell asleep on your shoulder,
"Wake up," you said as you brushed my hair.
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PoetryThis is the story of someone who once loved someone so deeply.
Simple
I love simple things,
Like when it was Friday night,
I fell asleep on your shoulder,
"Wake up," you said as you brushed my hair.
