Raw and deep
You and me under the same tree would be everything. Please sing to me what you see in me or at least help me out of this misery. For all I need is a taste of that so called love, that love that never breaks that never shatters. A taste of that something others could only fathom over, that love that’s so raw and so deep it makes others want to quickly steal a piece.
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