old love story
2017, december.
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it’s been such a long time,
since i’ve felt your skin on mine,
oh what a sad crime,
and i can’t see the moon shine...
darling, please take my hand,
and dance with me through the night,
watch me make a land,
for me and you tonight.
i’ll miss your silver-tamed eyes,
they’ve always shined so bright,
they make such marvelous skies.
thus, this is why i write.
i like to write about you and i,
and our antiquated love story.
i still remember, even as time passed by,
how you kissed my lips so boldly.
i still see our rendezvous,
right past 9th avenue,
stealing secret kisses,
making silly prances.
i like to sing about you and i,
those secret little notes,
but darling, i won’t pry,
but i’ll do send you a note.
i think i should stop here,
but hell, i’d miss you.
still i’ll be right here,
writing about me and you.
