Kind words rarely leave your lips
reassurance even less
I feel as if I'm on a string
some punching bag or awful thing
when we clash beneath the sheets
the only time that our hearts meet
must you act so aloof
so hesitant to give proof
you hold me close and act one way
I know this kindness will not stay
once the heat of love is gone
an icy tongue you seem to don
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Why indeed, there are good people in this world and there will be someone out there for you to spend the rest of you life with in love and happiness.
Andy
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