Burning Way
By safewrite
Whenever I try To think of all else You intrude in my thoughts Again. It could be your eyes It could be your smile They are equally guilty, My friend It might be your voice now It could be your touch It’s so hard to think clearly You see There’s only one cure-all That I know the allure of And it’s getting the better Of me Yet I say take it slow Because we should all know Getting there is one half of The play And the anticipation Of a closer relation Can be lovely in its Burning way Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 04:34 PM PST 0 • 8
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