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A Chance that Things May Grow

alostlittlebird

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You've got
some kind of
gentle appeal, alluring.

Your voice,
like quiet honey slowly dripping
sweet, and soothing

I try to speak to you
and end up drowning in the thought of the words I could say
I try to look at you
your eyes just pick me up and blow me away

What kind of force is this?
I can not recognize,
The kind of mystery
that's drawn me to your eyes.
There is a piece of me,
I think it's been paralyzed

You make me feel it
Make it stronger
Bring my senses alive.

There is a place in me,
I'd like to let you inside
I think you're welcome there
past all the layers and lies

Cause when I'm next to you
the air between us dances
light reflects off of the future
and now I take my chances.


~ jeremy 12.22.04
 
great work dude.

I like:

I try to speak to you
and end up drowning in the thought of the words I could say
I try to look at you
your eyes just pick me up and blow me away


and I also like:

Cause when I'm next to you
the air between us dances
light reflects off of the future
and now I take my chances.



But it is all honestly really good.

Thanks.
 
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