I think of you most every day
I almost send a text your way
Stopping me, an ugly truth
More of me pushes most away
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You said you're sad to see me go
Yet I would gladly stay
My fantasy:
After all these days I hope you know
Three words you have to say:
"Stay for me"
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I have the dumbest wishes
Like to kiss your neck while doing dishes
Or hold your hand 'neath a table
While listening to a fishing fable
I know I'm weird, I'm sure to get looks
Should our feet touch when we read books
But that's who I am; I don't think I can change
In a world so bestial, is being tender strange?
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