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Her lips are like alcohol
They leave a burning sensation after I kiss her
And they make me feel as if I am commiting a sin
But if I really am,
Then isn't she worth sinning for?
Isn't a love as twisted and wrong as ours worth it?
Isn't it enough to know that when I wake up the next day she will be by my side?
My darling.
I love you.
I love the scars in your arms,
I love your loud laugh, always appearing at the worst moments,
I love your voice,
I love the stories that you write for me,
I love how you look in that dress that you hate so much,
I love your reflection in the mirror
and that you always refuse to see it,
I love that you've never told me you loved me,
but still showed me that you do.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you.