I listen to your heartbeat,
As I lay against your chest.
Like an inmate with few hours,
Will you grant my last request.
Dont ever forget the moments,
That we held onto that night.
I didnt wanna leave you girl,
I shoulda stayed and made it right.
I would walk a thousand miles,
in my oldest beat up shoes.
I would write a thousand poems,
For a chance to be with you.
While I watch you drive away,
I know we'll always be apart.
I hold onto those memories,
I'll always keep you in my heart.
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