i try so hard to make you smile,
then regret it for a while,
forget my weakness,
the cycle restarts itself again.
see, the problem is whenever
you give me that crooked smile,
it makes me weak, and all i want
to do is run to you, and wrap my
arms around you and your beautiful
soul, and feel your body smile, too.
it's a problem i need to fix,
but for now i'll take another quick fix,
you're certainly my drug of choice,
the freckles on your arms,
the laugh in your voice.
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