I don't know how or either when
You sneak into my heart like those guys again
Make me feel the warmth of your hand
And wanting to start again
Until one night you confessed
About the feeling that can't rest
9.04 , eleventh Octo
First person gets in with access
Everything you do and say
Makes me feel great with my day
It's still a mystery and hey ,
I liked you better than those gay
Four months goes by and past
Mom founds out and fuss
It's becoming harder with her 'must'
Let's just hope for a longer last..
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