It was you
It was you
__________
I never tell you,
but sometimes I wonder.
Could you love me,
without making you try.
Tell me you want to go back
and you’ve missed me too.
Because I still do.
Miss you.
Come back.
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| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, september 18, 2020 21:02 |
| Why not tell him? At least then you'll know... one way or the other. Nicely written! |
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