Tired
Could not close my eyes.
On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide.
Speechless my words could not melt.
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt
Like a fleeting thought
Like a double eight
Like a gentle fear of a warming taste
Like a placid breath
Like a cooling blow
When you stopped and held me close
Inside I nearly froze
Your touch is almost healing
You left me feeling
On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide.
Speechless my words could not melt.
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt
Like a fleeting thought
Like a double eight
Like a gentle fear of a warming taste
Like a placid breath
Like a cooling blow
When you stopped and held me close
Inside I nearly froze
Your touch is almost healing
You left me feeling
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