His words are sweet when we meet,
Swindling me in.
More like a game of pretend,
I'm wondering where does it end.
His sweet words,
I wish I never heard.
Stuck in my mind,
Bypassing the time,
Listening to his sweet words.
Who are you that speaks?
Speaking so sweet,
Knocking me off my feet.
Never intending to meet,
Swindling me in.
His sweet words.
Losing myself along the way,
Getting lost in foreplay,
Wanting to stay.
I used to have fun with it.
I would always run to it.
Nothing could keep me from you.
Without it, it's like I would plummet.
Life you know, entails pleasure.
Your words I never measured.
How can I summon our love letter.
It is you who speaks sweet words.
Only for me to never be heard.
His words took me away,
But nothing would make me stay.
His sweet words... <3
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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