For My Very First Love

by Tiff   Mar 29, 2006


If you keep asking me
I'll melt away in the summer air.
It won't hurt half as much
And I'll beg for you to stop it now.
In a single picture frame you and I explain.
The safety involved in open doors.
So record our memories with windshields kissing trees.
And know that tonight was worth dying for.

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