The leaves of autumn, spinning in the windy air like my heart for you.
Throwing down my net, hoping to fish out your heart and not give it back.
My panhandling eyes watching you walk down the street. Can you spare some love?
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The hidden sadness shamelessly resurfacing with the tide of wine.
Intoxicated by your soft touch and kisses. Over the limit.
I confuse the moon when I think of you at night, and the sky turns blue.
When you are around My heart stomps like crazy but I make it tip-toe.
A man in the store like young Kris Kristofferson. Good supermarket.
The dense fog outside Much like the fog in my mind, Under your kisses.