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Feelings I haven't felt in a while that just dribbled onto the page. |
| I stand in the door way of your room; Guiltily looking at what belongs to you; My fingers gingerly touch the fabric of your coat; I leave without a sound. I want to know. . . I want to know the feel of your skin. I want to know. . . I want to know how it feels to let you in. The day fades away and turns to night; And still this fire burns within. What it feels like to burn with your kiss; Is one more desire to add to the list. I want to know. . . I want to know the feel of your skin. I want to know. . . I want to know how it feels to let you in. How long have I wanted to know? |