I can't see you
But I know what's in your head
You think this is amusing
I swear you are smiling!
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
We are so close
But we are not even touching
Come here, hold me
Tell me you love me.
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
It has been years
But it is like we've just met
I know my plans are messed up
Promise me you won't give up
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
But I know what's in your head
You think this is amusing
I swear you are smiling!
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
We are so close
But we are not even touching
Come here, hold me
Tell me you love me.
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
It has been years
But it is like we've just met
I know my plans are messed up
Promise me you won't give up
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
2 comments:
I've read and re-read this a number of times before (I know you've always thought I never read your blog, but I've always loved your words and read it every night before I slept)... and I never commented on this. I was just waiting for the right opportunity, but it never came. And so belatedly, I write... I will always love you, and I will never give up. But alas, we both know how things turned out.
I think of late we both realized that we actually didn't know what we thought in our hearts that we did.
Maybe deep inside I knew. Who knows? And that was what keeps me writing, the thought that I have two readers, myself and you.
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