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Dec 2011
You
Put my hands on you and let you in on how it feels to be around You

Push my Excitement out from my body to fill the little spaces between Us

Do you feel it yet so nervous it makes you forget all the things that once mattered

When I say your name I have to make sure not to smile too big

You’re not the kind I'll get over, You’re the kind that in time my mind puts away so I can carry on

Everyday there is something I want to share with you

Put my hands on you so you can feel this nervous excitment that claims me everytime

There is no chance of finding another like you

Finally writing for someone who’s worth every single word but it’s the same **** story

So I’ll Show you the ways that I’ve deemed to personal for anyone to know

With my hands on you.. you may just come to find no one holds you as high as I do

You’re not the kind you get over, you’re the one I’ll always remember
thank you to my sixth muse
Karina Rose
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Karina Rose
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