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Your touch is like ice,
Your grip is like a vice
Your words are a knife
You are my life
With every step you take ,
every move you make
you make me nervous
I don't know which bone you'll break
and send me to my own funeral service
I thought I would give it all
Risk it all
Take it all
Just to fall
But I  was wrong I can't take it
I sought out love
Instead I found you
And bit by bit
I began to forget
That our love was a gift from above
That gift became a curse
and what was worse
But I begin to hate you bit by bit
A tad but more every second
But you still take my breath away,
That's more than most couples can say
Too bad you do it with your fists
Not because you're the most beautiful man that exists
The best part is if I had it my way I'd never let you go
You wouldn't ever leave me, you'd have to stay
Maybe with the help of a falling star
We could be more than we are
Or we could ask a four leaf clover
Let's ask it for a do-over



(This one made me nervous, will you be really honest and tell me what you think?)
Written by Chrissabella
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