Tender caresses with fingertips
Trying to feel every single inch of you
Softer kisses under moonlights
Wanting you to remember me
Floral scents from your hair
Take me away when I close my eyes
But I don't want to go.
I am going to miss my girl
Coming in like a crisp breeze
But leaving like a freight train
We're both faking something now
Being pulled away so quickly
And taken to happier places
Or at least we hope.
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