Still feeling the lingering sting just so you know.
I still remember the secrets and all of the notes.
Even the first time we actually spoke.
I remember my window, your fingers' indent.
You said, I love you in a cursive like print.
You were my fire and I was your flint.
And I see that now now that we are split.
I miss your feelings and I miss your whips
I miss your smile and I miss those hips.
It's been awhile since I've been on this ship.
It's been awhile since your name has been on these lips.
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