Words of Woe

On those chilly nights we spend so close
with our hands intertwined
Like I was yours and you were mine
I still feel my heart skip from your touch
Your love to me was never too little or too much
We've ended those days with those fowl words
that run trough my head in the day
That feeling of your love will never go away

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