Just got eight fingers
only two thumbs
don't put pressure on me
for I'm working on it
just learned how to write
and yet you ask me
do you love me?
Ask yourself
the way you look
the way you smell
yes I look
to see a glimpse
above the knee
your leg all akimbo.
All your dance moves
hair drifting around you
like a dream
then dancing close
look me in the eyes
seeing into souls
when we part it makes me cry.
Making me ask myself
what is happing
I have no control
I feel loss
making me want tomorrow
so I can be
again with you.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Just got eight fingers
only two thumbs
don't put pressure on me
for I'm working on it
just learned how to write
and yet you ask me
do you love me?
Ask yourself
the way you look
the way you smell
yes I look
to see a glimpse
above the knee
your leg all akimbo.
All your dance moves
hair drifting around you
like a dream
then dancing close
look me in the eyes
seeing into souls
when we part it makes me cry.
Making me ask myself
what is happing
I have no control
I feel loss
making me want tomorrow
so I can be
again with you.
LOve P@ul. XXX.
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