he pulls her hair, pushes her...
they're playing, it's sweet
she remembers his soft kisses on her eyes.
his loving
the way he would twirl her hair while she cooed and nustled into his chest
she thinks about those times
the times that she love dhim
it doesn't go away
she still lvoes im, as hard as she pushes him away
she cries remembering their love
remembering the love they had
the way he said her name...