Published on September 8, 2006 By NotSoSmellySarah In Misc
I never have the right words to say, but when your small lips are
entwined with mine,
I find that its okay
I'm shy and I'm restless
And i wish i could express anything to anyone
Something to impress
Your gentle mind
Somewhere I know that this is sort of love for you from you
I'm not sure I want to
I wish I could bare my soul barefoot on coffee house stage
And make you believe that to leave her would mean everything
Be perfectly imperfect to make you thing about me in the morning.



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