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Too Much
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Other poems It’s the way your touch goes right though me
You know that a part of you dwells in me
It’s the way you touch
It way too much
Why cloud’s we be free
Why do we have to care what others see
The way you make me bite my lip
I just cant get enough of it
Why couldn’t I be older then seventeen
I know more than what the world thinks I have seen
People don’t understand and they ask why
I am still your peach
But I am sitting in a very hot seat
I could never stand my grounds
But I know we can be
Nothing more nothing less
I don’t want to confess
What keeps me here holding on
Even though I know its wrong
You dive me crazy
And all you have to do is simile and call me your baby
Making me act like a maniac
That’s why it hurts to look back
Every time I think of you I try to smile
Instead my heart over powers my head and I cry
None-of-the-less I’ll let the memories of you run though my head
For awhile
