Not
Look back to those days
Not
Hope silently every single day
To find you in my doorstep
Waiting to surprise me
If I didn’t
Long for your green eyes saying
How much you still love me
And if I could sleep
Without
Imagining you holding me
Maybe if I could stop
My habit of loving you
I could start a new
Crazy
Handsome
Handsome
Habit
Of loving myself
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