Bringing you to my room
I discovered exactly how vulnerable you are.
\Sitting by you in the big white chair
I remembered how harsh I was.
\Swinging on the porch with you
I visited a past full of anger and desperation.
\Lounging on the couch with you
I conjured up images of you smiling up at me.
\Bringing you to my room
I discovered how you still move me.
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