I repress my feeling though I have none
I repress my will though I do not think
I repress my thought though I\'m lost without
I repress my dream though I\'m still awake
I repress my wish though I
A tiny leaf is falling easily drifted by the thought
It falls into my being like a huge, heavy rock.
My mind is bleeding; I\'m crawling in ripped feelings
I want to paint my soul all over your
I’m a mimosa. So told me a cloud…
Whispered on sweet lips
Looked at, adored, never kissed….
I am not shy, I dream a hope
Of being touched. To feel through every pore I’ve got
The gentle caress
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