The innocence of a touch of the hand
My heart turning flips as I go to stand
A dream about you I can’t understand
I’d dream it over, and over, if you only knew.
I haven’t felt feelings like this in a year or two,
So isn’t it curious that they return with you.
It can’t be attraction, no it cannot be.
All positive emotions have left my body.
I suppose I will have to wait and see,
If anything comes from what’s between you and me.
It could be nothing, I wouldn’t be surprised.
No one could like what lies behind my eyes.
At least you can’t see through my disguise.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
The innocence of a touch of the hand
My heart turning flips as I go to stand
A dream about you I can’t understand
I’d dream it over, and over, if you only knew.
I haven’t felt feelings like this in a year or two,
So isn’t it curious that they return with you.
It can’t be attraction, no it cannot be.
All positive emotions have left my body.
I suppose I will have to wait and see,
If anything comes from what’s between you and me.
It could be nothing, I wouldn’t be surprised.
No one could like what lies behind my eyes.
At least you can’t see through my disguise.
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