I Died
The first day we met
The first time you touched me
The first time you made me cry
The first time you said you loved me
I died
And I die everytime you look into my eyes still
Because I've imagined what dying in your arms one night might be like
I know your deepest desires and I hope I might be a secret one
So from now until the last day with you, I die
Copyright © Hannah Hockaday | Year Posted 2023
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