Alyssa
At night,
When our hearts lay far apart
and all I think is,
Why didn't I get that kiss,
those lips, and your eyes I do miss
And that smile so fine,
Damn I wish you were mine,
For, to lay and cuddle and talk to you may feel so correct,
My mind my heart my love you may ressurect.
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