Come back to this abounded place
That you left me in, and I seem to have stayed.
I don’t ever think it was a mistake
Because at night I would always prayed
That you would come back to me
And forever you would want to stay.
I would sure want my damp cheeks to dry,
My pale fragile chapped lips to be wet,
And feel that warm hand of yours touch mines.
I want to talk to you endlessly all night long.
As well I want again my cheeks to turn red
When you say those 8 letters to me.
I need to feel your soft hands
Around my waist, touching me.
And sometimes we would play our game
Of who loves who the most,
And of course no one would win
Cause we would love each other forever.
