We parked up by the Fed Ex building Overlooking the city We laid back the seats Talked about how your mother treats you How being depressed isn't that much fun I reassured you it was part of the territory I made a comment You gave me a high five and my hand stayed there Ever so lightly tracing my sides The plane from the Fed Ex building flew off the ground I turned to watch it fly Your hands wrapped around my stomach Pulling me so close to you You sat up as I laid my head on the arm rest You kissed my lips so softly Your tounge touching mine so softly All the while the rain pattered on the roof of my carBirth sign: Libra
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