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possibly maybe

I'm trying hard to sleep
but what do I dream about
when my dreams start coming true?

I keep listening to Bjork
and singing my soul to you on the street,
but you're not around to listen.

Where are the hands that you couldn't keep off me?
Where are the lips that wouldn't leave from mine?
I can't figure you out, and you know my every weakness.

Look at me like you did before!
Don't walk away... please!
You don't have to be afraid of me.

I'm trying not to worry
but how can I feel calm
when I just want to excite you?

I keep preparing myself to be broken again by you.
Maybe if you call, I'll be delighted and surprised.
Possibly, maybe, you'll follow through..?

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Written March 21st, 2005

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  • oxpunkittyxo
    March 21, 2005
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    Thanks, karmakaze!

  • karmakaze
    March 21, 2005
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    This is a great write. It honestly sounds like the story of a teenager/twentysomething in love. It's got a powerful grip to what it's like to just want to come out, soul wide open and singing. GREAT JOB!!!