Friday, February 1, 2008
It's two a.m. and I'm still not asleep
I'm too busy thinking of you
Did you mean to brush my hand?
Or is that just something you do?
Or how about when our eyes locked
For those few moments in time
Was that just a mistake?
Your eyes staring at mine
Just like when you brushed against me
I felt your skin on my skin
I know this is all forbidden
We can't even let it begin
But a girl can dream, can't she?
No matter how wild or absurd
But how I wish, how I wish
This dream never occured
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