The feeling in my stomach
twirls and twist
The light in my eyes
shine with mist
The quite of my lips
are still unkissed
The touch of hands
cold at the wrist.
This feeling of mine is so not on the list
but as the tale goes I shall be kissed.
twirls and twist
The light in my eyes
shine with mist
The quite of my lips
are still unkissed
The touch of hands
cold at the wrist.
This feeling of mine is so not on the list
but as the tale goes I shall be kissed.
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