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Pinky promise, to tongue twisting,
in your building, but high up enough for no one else to see,
lips touch, all we keep saying is how much we hate each other,
but in reality we speak the intoxicated truth.

Never held your hand before, never had my arm placed around your shoulder,
never had your eyes so close to mine, never seen that smile produced from kissing you on the cheek,
never got to mark your neck, after you marked mine,
you have my head spinning more than any amount of shots could ever create.

To think it all came from a pinky connection, ended up with our lips touching,
end up with our arms held tight around each other, ending finally with a kiss good night,
your brown eyed look, thought so common a night before,
suddenly feels like a lost puzzle piece, my mind keeps playing tonight over and over.

I lost my glasses, while i was losing respect and my sight,
i lost the willpower, while i was in mid fight,
i lost myself, the second you tugged on my lower lip,
yet at least we got to share one more moment, at least we got to share one more kiss.