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Dreaming

This moment—
When you’re staring into my eyes
I can- hardly Breath
Even though this Love Is Blind
I know I should run—
Fly away quickly
But these chains— on my ankles—
Have caused me to become Sickly
—With the impossibility of the moment—
In which our fingers touch—
Scream to me I’m wrong
But my heart whispers too much
—of your mouth—
And—what I can do
—even at this moment
When my heart is about to break through
The walls I’ve set—
I’m not about to climb
But I’m ready to jump—
Into this intoxicating moment—
The passion—enveloping—me
Pushes—me to wait for You
To—grab Me and say
Wake up! – Love I’m here…




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