The color of her voice
Warm summer rays
Comforting arms
Defrost this heart of mine
How I miss tender lips
Soft tickles down my spine
Ease the overkill, thoughts racing
Trampling through this mind
With one foot out the door
Though she was mine,
I was never hers
Wrapped up in my head
Pride tore, stole - the one
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