| You speak simple, completley understandable | | | | |
| | | | talking birds, |
| justifications | | | | |
| | | | spilled drinks, |
| I respect them, respect you, honor what you | | | | |
| tell me | | | | written words on my skin... |
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| and even though I know where you're coming | | | | touch me |
| from, | | | | |
| | | | paint me |
| I just wanted to share with you, let you | | | | |
| hear: | | | | I am your canvas... |
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| my heart...it's crying... | | | | laughs and unexplainable want, emotion |
| | | | following, |
| for you, | | | | |
| | | | chills thta never go away |
| your words, | | | | |
| | | | like a consistent heart singing your name. |
| and hands | | | | |
| | | | wipe the hair form my forehead with your |
| your hugs, kisses | | | | fingertips |
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| comfort... | | | | look into my eyes and read me... |
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| I want you... | | | | we kiss |
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| frightening, shaking, nervous to admit: "I | | | | it can't be! |
| need you" | | | | |
| | | | did you really just read me? |
| want me | | | | |
| | | | or |
| need me | | | | |
| | | | are we thinking the same thing? |
| please be with me and share with me | | | | |
| | | | Romance tangled in a thorn brush, pleading |
| any and everything, anytime, anywhere | | | | to get out. |
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| I am here, ready, willing, WANTING to listen | | | | "you're hurting me, I'm crying, bleeding |
| | | | from all the |
| waiting to know about YOU | | | | |
| | | | thorns" |
| your past, present, even your secrets | | | | |
| | | | run with me, |
| I give you my word: there will be no judge | | | | |
| present, | | | | play with me, |
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| just me...standing, with open arms, waiting | | | | sing with me, |
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| for you to take the first steps, | | | | but especially swing with me. |
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| whether they be grand or microscopic, I will | | | | swing with me to the moon, so we can let go |
| wait | | | | |
| | | | of the chains we hold on to that keep us |
| with tired, heavy arms for you to come to | | | | from falling, |
| me. | | | | |
| | | | the chains that are the only separation |
| I understand the situation isn't the | | | | |
| easiest, | | | | from my arms to be wrapped around your |
| | | | waist, |
| but hopefully you will feel as I, | | | | |
| | | | the only separation that keeps me from |
| when I tell you: "nothing that's worth | | | | running my |
| anything is | | | | |
| | | | fingers through your hair. |
| easy" | | | | |
| | | | chains those damn chains. |
| Are you thinking about me as I write this? | | | | |
| | | | messages we send |
| Am I pacing back and forth in your thoughts | | | | |
| like you | | | | back and forth |
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| are in mine? | | | | in secret, |
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| Do you feel the love and power in your heart | | | | they hate it, you do it anyway |
| the way I | | | | |
| | | | (one of my favorite characteristics) |
| do? | | | | |
| | | | "I'm falling, tumbling, rocks" |
| Please say yes...please........please | | | | |
| | | | I am too. |
| your eyes say yes, but I can't read your | | | | |
| heart; | | | | Kiss, feel, touch, |
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| if it is in your heart that actions are | | | | my lips, |
| born, | | | | |
| | | | breasts, |
| or your kiss that speaks your desires | | | | |
| | | | face, any and eveything for you. |
| I know the answers to my questions but still | | | | |
| crave for | | | | discover me... |
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| you to tell me | | | | I want...need...ask...beg |
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| I am scared of what lies ahead, | | | | for you to |
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| afraid of what is, can, or will be | | | | discover me. |
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| of your ability to heartache. | | | | you say it's hard to open up, share your |
| | | | intimacy, |
| Is it worth it? you, me, together, one? | | | | |
| | | | I want to make it easier, reassure you with |
| the passion spoken between our lips, hands | | | | open arms, |
| scream yes | | | | |
| | | | ears and smiles |
| my heart yearns for your company, your | | | | |
| touch. | | | | I am HERE...talk to me. |
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| mornings welcomed with bright lights glow, | | | | Lets share |
| even though | | | | |
| | | | experience, |
| it's pouring rain | | | | |
| | | | emotion, |
| when I am with you, rain is foreign, | | | | |
| non-existent | | | | familiarities, |
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| complete | | | | unknowns, |
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| your hand in mine, | | | | places, |
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| my hand in yours. | | | | kisses, |
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| whichever way it is to be spoken. | | | | breath, |
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| so much more than lust...it's | | | | what's mine is yours, |
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| shared swings, | | | | take as you please, but I warn you: |
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| speaking eyes, | | | | (I am strong, very strong) but |
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| held hands not wanting to let go, a lost key | | | | that strength has the capability to soften |
| to a | | | | for time to |
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| lock, | | | | time |
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| introductions and visits, | | | | I can cry, hurt... |