Another Stupid Love #poem Sometimes when I think of you, I sit there quietly and tiptoe through our every kiss and every hug, trying to determine when exactly I fell in love. I can't say when but I do know how- every lie you sang to me in every little melody. It was just enough to take me high, just enough to make me fly. I can still feel the warmth of your lips, still feel the softness of your finger tips. I remember each memory and think way back to when it was "we". It feels like nothing's changed until I realize everything's rearranged. Theres no use now, thinking about it all. I just wish I could've seen the future before I let myself fall.
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