I lose sleep worrying about you
Even if you're fine thou
I feel sad
When I treat you bad
I hate to confess
When I've made way
For your feelings to hate the day
I wish many wishes about us
Like buying you a bus
I can give you countless presents
Still not sure that'll keep your presence
I loved the way we smile
Now its different by another mile
I love the way we kiss
I love the way we miss
I love the glimpse on your lips
That keep me craving for more
Am glad you ain't a whore
-Lissa Nkosi-
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