The nights are long. The days so sad. Not knowing what we lost, Not knowing what I had. I think of you for hours. Your lips I just can't kiss. You're the one I want. You're the one I'd miss. Although we talk of friendship, I always think of love. Hoping we could have more, Not just a friendly shove. You tell me of your problems. I listen with open ears. I'd like to tell you mine, But I'll always have fears.Birth sign: Scorpio
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