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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

miss you.

you know who are to make me like this
crazy inside- tight as a fist
Bubbling boiling, excitement to roar
I feel you becoming whom I cant help but adore
Tickling, taunting, tracing my mind
Building foundations of rocks to climb
Jumping and whirling around in my head
You are the thoughts that I have said
Dancing and screaming, twisting about
Music is blaring, There is No doubt
Letters once jumbled are coming undone
places are put, it has begun
I'll hold your hand snugly into my own
Tuck a kiss inside where its light can be shown
You know who you are to make me like this
The only man, of whom I miss.

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