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Sep 2018
I watch you silently from the other side of the room
Aching to come near you
Stand by your side
Hear what stories you are telling
Those feelings, I denied
I am a puppet on the string
You might not know it
But I am controlled by your every movement
Your beauty is inhuman
The way you stare into my eyes
Chuckle at my jokes
My stomach fills with butterflies
Igniting my hopes
I want to trail my hands down your body
Hold you tight in my embrace
When you ask me something, the only thing I can say is oui.
Falling under your grace.
You are the one I want to impress
You are the one who makes me feel whole
These feelings I cam not process
You make me feel safe like home.
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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       Banele Msimango, Keith Wilson and Medusa
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