Exhale
By Mooseman247
fighting the urge in a quiet room to hold your hand and smell your hair fighting the words and what they might do I'll kiss your hand and hold your stare -this is not the time -this is not the place hold my breath and fingers run fighting this urge by the shady bar to kiss your lips and meet you there fighting these words they go too far the window drips with foggy air -this is not the time -this is not the place hold my breath and fingers run this is not the time this is not the place -my first -my last -my only fighting this urge in a quiet car on a lonely road with company fighting the words in a shopping cart can you hold the phone while holding me -this is not the place -this is not the time but I suppose it's good enough... I love youThis is the first time I actually said those words. Those 3 words, that I feared I would never say, to anyone. And there I was... In a shopping cart, with her arms around me (dont ask) and I felt suddenly compelled... I love this girl. Wow. Something new everyday.......................Mooseman. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 03:48 PM PST 20 • 0 • 8
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"fighting the urge..."