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by Iola Jul 22, 2008 category : Special events / other poems
It is new to you Kisses that pours Somehow new to me No remorse You frown a bit At the dizziness My heart has a fit Asking about this Sort of scary at once Feelings, thoughts You call it a trance Not getting caught You want it and not All I can give Within I feel a spot That wants to live You turn at night Just like I do Flying with fright Wondering, mad too You ponder more I clumsily bump Opening a door Taking a jump