| Wishes |
| If I loved you more, would you notice? I'm sure you would if I took some away, Greedily hoarding my treasures. No, I cant do that, Not to the hands that give me breath. Velvet love with cotton sheets, Isn't the world so ironic? When the rain pours on top of your body, I hope you can still feel me. And when the heat from your shower burns into your skin, I hope you still love me. Most of all, when the new flower is in your bed, I hope you can still remember me. Maggie |
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