My heart beats.
When you glance in my direction.
But in my heart I know,
We will never truly meet.
I know of you.
But do you know me?
I wish my lips would form words.
I wonder if you feel this too.
Our eyes lock.
As we cross paths.
But I quickly look away.
And blend in with my flock.
I have this dream.
Of our lips touching.
Of our hips touching.
But this will never come true, it seems.
If only I was brave.
To fulfil both of our wants.
Both of our needs.
Two hearts, i would save.
To you I could never tell a lie.
but i'm afraid of being torn apart.
So, maybe if we never meet,
We'll never have to say goodbye.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC
My heart beats.
When you glance in my direction.
But in my heart I know,
We will never truly meet.
I know of you.
But do you know me?
I wish my lips would form words.
I wonder if you feel this too.
Our eyes lock.
As we cross paths.
But I quickly look away.
And blend in with my flock.
I have this dream.
Of our lips touching.
Of our hips touching.
But this will never come true, it seems.
If only I was brave.
To fulfil both of our wants.
Both of our needs.
Two hearts, i would save.
To you I could never tell a lie.
but i'm afraid of being torn apart.
So, maybe if we never meet,
We'll never have to say goodbye.
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