Why do, why do I still,
Why do I still start crying
When thoughts of my affection
Pop out of somewhere deep?
It seems I have no will
To stop this agonizing
Unsettling connection
That's got me in its grip.
And then your smile and your caress
creep into me,
and tenderness.
(c)kRu, 25.01.2004
Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 10:44 AM UTC
Why do, why do I still,
Why do I still start crying
When thoughts of my affection
Pop out of somewhere deep?
It seems I have no will
To stop this agonizing
Unsettling connection
That's got me in its grip.
And then your smile and your caress
creep into me,
and tenderness.
(c)kRu, 25.01.2004
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