as your lips trail through my neck I stare into the ceiling and count how many cracks there are,
it is a better interest to me.
I am still lonely when laying down in a bed and gazing through eyes
so I make up a thousand lies, just so that our lips won't touch
"I don't kiss."
is it me, or is it you
your kisses do not amount to the words I would like to hear from him
nothing from anyone amounts to his one smile
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