Your not beautiful, your beyond that.
Far from gone, your still here. Though we were so close to loosing it.
I hear the guitar still in my head,. The sweet sound of your touch, both on the stings of the guitar and of the soft touch you use to stroke my hair. If the thought affects me this much, just imagien how much the actual feeling affects me.
I know your worried, but don’t be. I can cope,. Take care of your self and lean on me when you need someone to lean on. I’ll be here, forever.
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