Like the Strings of your Guitar

Your fingers run across my face, so gentle and kind. You move your body against mine, like the strings of your guitar, you played my heart like a lullaby. The darkness made you mystical.
Your voice, was my happy ness, your kisses my life.
I wish things could be different, I wish for me and you.
We are to different, me and you, don’t u think?
So here I am and there you are watching from afar.

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