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I tip-toe like you're in bed with me,

Why breathe different when you're with me?

Your cheek still has the marks of my lips on it,

Your lips don't,

Your hand trembles but your voice doesn't,

You're nothing short of stubborn,

Real meets real but did we exist?

Can't answer a single question without please,

You don't talk about me you avoid me,

No questions means no answers means no guilt,

Means a trap for your hurt soul,

You don't talk about me about all,

10 months is almost up here's your invitation, 

I would still kiss your lips even if they're made of poison,

Let your mind paint this image,

You're a rose I'd kiss even if it hurts me.