The way she used to squeeze my hand
All those signs I could never understand
What realy bugs me
Is I don't know if she meant it when she said she loves me
Faster my heart would beat
I love you, I love you I love you! ! ! I'm saying the same things like I'm stuck on repeat
I miss the way she used to do her hair
I'm holding on to the past and for mY current that is just not fair
CONNECTION THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BROKEN
CONNECTED BY WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN
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I love you, the great word my dear. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.