Press your head into my neck
As you're forced to remember what you told me you'd forget
Quickly brushed aside
You told me I smell good all of the time
I can't help the way my hair falls
Over my face
Then it's back in place
Every look
I remember
I count them all
Press your head into my neck
As you're forced to remember what you told me you'd forget
Quickly brushed aside
You told me I smell good all of the time
I can't help the way my hair falls
Over my face
Then it's back in place
Every look
I remember
I count them all
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Frankie Martinelli
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Comments (4)
Lovely love poem!!! Loved it!!!♥️♥️💕
beautiful...u r awesome
I love this. Great work! It has a wonderful cadence to it that reminds me of a pop punk song.
Beautiful ❤️📝😉❗