❝ p o l l y ❞

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you are beautiful;

the way fine

broken things often were.

and god knows were all attracted

to whats beautifully broken

and I can't help but to reach out

and hold your hands and touch your soul and kiss you on dark nights and wake up next to you on warm mornings and memorise your lips saying my name and say yours over and over and over again till I run out of breath

Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly,Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly, Polly,

I want to stay, I only want to stay for you, Polly.

-j.c.