A. J
Mourning. I am mourning the days, We never got to spend together, The hugs you gave me, The petal soft kisses, The sweet words that Rival sugar, The kindred spirit we shared, The brazen jokes we tossed at each other, The punches we threw at each other, The feathery touches you gave me, your rowdiness early morning, Your awful singing, Bad pickup lines, Goodwing man job on dates, The cheezy moments, Not forgetting the daring too. Even the tempest tide will never make forget our memories, your were the only person able to make me smile like a Cheshire, And so I'll never forget your husky voice. As you said "Always love you." Ride on baby girl because good things are found in the horizon and beyond. When the sunsets and stars shines, Reminding me of the good Ole days. You called me" your lucky star" And I called you my fucking moon, You made my planet. As you sang our parody of twinkle, Twinkle, Twinkle lucky star, How you shimmy your twinkle dust, Dancing graceful with the beats, Please do say hi to tinkle bell , When you see her flying at night, Dropping all her sparkle with dust. " Love, You, Always, Memories are meant to be cherished. You will always be remembered. A.J
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@Love Match Sure ... But how?
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
@Love Match Should I text you in personal here?
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