Sep 2019
Were not touching
But I tingle
But I get butterflies
Your hands beside mines
But not touching
I feel warm
I feel loved
But were not touching
I feel scared
But then your beside me
Not touching me
But I still feel better
You look at her and smile
I still love you
Its attraction
A strange attraction
But its enough
Enough for me to wait a life time for you
But I tingle
But I get butterflies
Your hands beside mines
But not touching
I feel warm
I feel loved
But were not touching
I feel scared
But then your beside me
Not touching me
But I still feel better
You look at her and smile
I still love you
Its attraction
A strange attraction
But its enough
Enough for me to wait a life time for you
We were getting on this ride. It was fast. And scary. She sat on the other side. My firend was beside me. But I was still scared until I saw you. You saw me and stood beside me. I felt tingle and butterflies. You werent touching me but I felt warm in Febuary. I breathed out. A puff of smoke in this cold. Yet I felt warm. I opened my eyes. Your hand was so close. The ride was fast but just for this secound time had stoped.
(F/open.window.starry.night)
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