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Tears fill my eyes.

Why do we hurt each other so much?

I can’t take us being apart,

so I call you over.

You walk into the room,

and my body shivers,

just by the way you move.

You know I’m sorry,

and by the way you’re holding me,

I can tell you’re sorry too.

I hate to fight,

I hate to feel this way.

How can I make it up to you?

A back massage?

Roses?

Candlelit dinner?

No, something better.

I kiss you softly,

you kiss me back.

Hours go by,

with your lips to mine.

Tangled in a sweet embrace.

Who ever thought making up,

would turn to making out?!



~*~ Jill ~*~