we sit here, oh , so silently
your hand is holding mine
the space there is between us
is little over a line.
i tell you not to let me go
my head is on your shoulder
i slightly drift into a dream
and think of us as older.
i dream of your lips pressed on mine
your arms are wrapped around me
i like out lives just like this
and forever want them to be.
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