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The warm and fuzzies
My pen used to be filled
With my tears
From heartbreak
I’d spread my tears
Over the pages
Spilling my soul
Since I met you
My heart doesn’t cry
So my pens run dry
Instead I feel
Warm and fuzzy
Sweet and lovey
There’s a tenderness
In my body
Aching for you
There’s a softness
In my voice
When I talk to you
I get nervous
And shy
Just at the thought of you
Forgive me
I’m not good at writing
Love poems
You see
I had no inspiration
Until I met you
With my tears
From heartbreak
I’d spread my tears
Over the pages
Spilling my soul
Since I met you
My heart doesn’t cry
So my pens run dry
Instead I feel
Warm and fuzzy
Sweet and lovey
There’s a tenderness
In my body
Aching for you
There’s a softness
In my voice
When I talk to you
I get nervous
And shy
Just at the thought of you
Forgive me
I’m not good at writing
Love poems
You see
I had no inspiration
Until I met you
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