Just some short sweet lines.
He smiled so sweet my heart it flutters,
I strain to hear the words he mutters.
He is uncertain but dares to ask,
If he can se behind my mask.
I take his offers like a precious gift,
In my joy I forget to answer swift.
He wounds up, prepare for retreat,
I can't wait for this chance in repeat.
His hand is sweaty when I take it in mine,
"Don't worry," I said "you are doing just fine."
He smiles again and his eyes light up.
Together we shall drink of cupids cup.
Poetry by Dilla
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Written on 2005-08-27 at 21:59
Tags Anxiety
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Catch the moment
He smiled so sweet my heart it flutters,
I strain to hear the words he mutters.
He is uncertain but dares to ask,
If he can se behind my mask.
I take his offers like a precious gift,
In my joy I forget to answer swift.
He wounds up, prepare for retreat,
I can't wait for this chance in repeat.
His hand is sweaty when I take it in mine,
"Don't worry," I said "you are doing just fine."
He smiles again and his eyes light up.
Together we shall drink of cupids cup.
Poetry by Dilla
Read 737 times
Written on 2005-08-27 at 21:59
Tags Anxiety
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