The inspiration for this one knows who they are...so I shall not reveal their name. I kinda get the feeling that this is more along the lines of a poem, but I'm just gonna call it a rap.
Hands holding hands
Running fingers through hair strands
Lips touch lips
Hands holding hips
Looking into my eyes
This love is something I'm goin to miss
I am surrounded by bliss
As he surroundes me with arms like towers
Telling me he loves me for hours
He must wear cocaine chapstick
Because I am addictied to his lips
There is nothing that I want more
Because love isn't something you can buy in the store
If we could, then what would we have hearts for?
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