Sunday, 15 March 2009

tied up

when I think of you
I smile and have to look away
afraid you'll see
what I just can't say

when I'm near you
I always fear the worst, by the way
afraid I see
what can only be dismay

when I speak to you
the idiot inside takes over
speaking in tongues
that should never have their say

when I hear from you
it's always more I crave
tell me what you'd like to do
let's go spend a perfect day

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