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Can't stop thinking

By Unicorn Runner

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

I look outside my window and wish I were in your arms. I stand outside in the rain and wish you were keeping me warm. I talk to you on the phone and wish you were right beside me I wish  that we were closer, but all you are is my best friend. You care about me just as I do for you but you're scared to let your feeling filter through. I find your hand finding mine, and you squeeze it to give me courage but when will the squeeze be out of love? I can't stop thinking of you and do night and day. I cry myself thinking of only you and holding a pillow wishing it was you. Don't be afraid to let me love you don't be afraind to let me care, but most of know, I'm can't stop withing you were here. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 09:22 AM PST   0 • 8

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