Fists clenched in the night
As sleep affords dreams
That tell of a love I have yet to fully taste
Like a promise he never made
I cannot hope to feel his love
Though the depths of me cry out
For his perfect touch
For what's truly mine, I shall not fight
I've learned to never hold on too tight
To the wishing of a thing one does not hold
I dare not be so bold
As to assume this love I feel
Could turn out to be the real deal
So I'll just laugh & play along
And we'll hum & sing a new song
I don't have to know for true
For now, we'll just do what we do
His hand
My hand
His lips
My kiss
All night
He holds
Me close
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Fists clenched in the night
As sleep affords dreams
That tell of a love I have yet to fully taste
Like a promise he never made
I cannot hope to feel his love
Though the depths of me cry out
For his perfect touch
For what's truly mine, I shall not fight
I've learned to never hold on too tight
To the wishing of a thing one does not hold
I dare not be so bold
As to assume this love I feel
Could turn out to be the real deal
So I'll just laugh & play along
And we'll hum & sing a new song
I don't have to know for true
For now, we'll just do what we do
His hand
My hand
His lips
My kiss
All night
He holds
Me close
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