Going

by Shandra   Jan 24, 2006


Sweet brown eyes
that could never tell no lies
Lips I long to taste and kiss
Oh, why did it have to come to this
I see you stare
with those eyes that glare
Eyes that are magnifiently rare
Do I even dare?
Alright stay calm
because now I want to talk about your palms
Hands not smooth but rough
fearless and tough
Fragile and small
but they catch me whenever I fall
used to wipe away my tears
hold me close draw me near
I cant believe
I pushed away
making you lealve
when you want to stay

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