Sitting in the truck talking about appreciation,
Drifted into the topic of love like some remediation,
Thinking back to those times and how I should have been
Neglecting the beauty of each moment we were living in.
Before I knew it, those two syllables left my lips
Uttering your name made it all feel amiss
For that split second a victim of each kiss, your soft finger tips
Your name could never mean anything else to me, &*!@$
Lust is all I have now, while love stays on parole
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