I dream about you all the time,
literally.
I wish you were mines.
Figuratively,
you are my moonlight.
If loving you is wrong,
I don't wanna be right.
I'd write you a song
and sing it to the world
in dyer hopes
that you'll b my girl.
When my bcks against the ropes
I look foward to you,
nothing means as much as you do!
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