I love your big brown eyes,
and the way you look at me,
The way you jump at me by surprice,
because it’s with me you want to be.
I love your generous attitude,
And the way tou help me out,
The way you always look this cute,
To make me feel this proud.
I love your warm tung in my face,
And the way you dry my tears,
The way you love every place,
And let go away of my fears.
I hate it that you’re not around,
And the way you made me cry,
The way I drouned,
Because you had to die.
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~ Maybe it won’t last forever, but who says the best loves do ~ November is all I know, and all I ever wanted to know ~
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