True Story.

by Grace   Nov 23, 2006


She's cuddled up with him again,
it's been a month,
but it's not the end.
He strokes her back and kisses her nose,
and she remembers how far back they go.
"I miss you"
"I miss you too"
seperation harms the innocent.
He kissed her intently,
holding her tight,
telling her everything is gonna be alright.
All the tears,
All the fights,
being away,
through it all,
it all seems so right.

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