I woke up flustered,
as I remembered
In my dream,
We were dancing in sheets
High on each other,
we created steam.

I want you to touch me
Press your lips against mine
I'm feeling flustered,
But I won't hide...
If you'd just touch me,
I might lose my mind.

my eyes are red
as im laying in bed
im remembering what you said
so many thoughts of mine are left unsaid,

but i couldn't tell you why
even if i tried
sometimes it's just hard to decide
if these words I find sound just right.

It takes little more than a kind word
To carry me through a month
To hold me up against battle
To force me, against trials, to triumph.

It takes little more than genuine praise
To burn a soul to memory
To lose all sense of proper speech
To fly unbound and freely.

And with a word comes a smile
I can't get it off my face
With a word comes gratitude
So potent my hands shake.

With a word comes a flattered feeling
That blossoms just under my ribs
With a word comes a jittery, happy panic
On which I cannot put a lid.

I laugh boisterously
I forget my usual frown
With a word I am lifted
And I will never come back down.