Brett
Some people often wonder what they cannot live without
Human and animal faces appear in most thoughts
Brett's gentle touch and warm hands
is what i cannot live without
Prickly chin hairs brush my lips everytime I go for a sweet kiss
His opinion is the world to me
Brett makes me feel home even when we're on a side street
His opinion means the world to me
Brett knows all my secrets
I am at that point where I have to decide
Is this love or lust?
Is this true or puppy love?
The answer is always clear as can be to me
Brett is my home
Within that lies the answer to all my questions
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