Him...

by chickadee   Dec 30, 2007


He makes me smile
with just one thought
the times he's made me cry
they are naught

I hear his voice
my heart melts
if only he could feel
what i have felt

When i see him
my heart beats faster
my brain is a slave
my heart is the master

He speaks to me
and my brain freezes
my words i fumble
he brings me to my knees

his smell, his touch, his smile
i want them for me
if i could have him
my heart would be free

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  • 16 years ago

    by rachel

    I liked the part "my brain is a slave my heart is the master." very nicely done.