Feel loved in the way I want to be loved.
With my eyes closed,
With my eyes closed,
Worries and burdens parked beside.
Open the doors of memories,
Open the doors of memories,
Welcome them, and invite them to sit with me.
Together, we would write a note to ourselves,
Pour our hearts into the words,
Decorate the heart with feelings that nurture.
Open that book, in which the story smells 'familiar'...
Open that book, in which the story smells 'familiar'...
Some mornings, all I want is — to cuddle with my thoughts,
Feel loved in the way I want to be loved.😘💕
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