What tugs at my heart
and pulls it towards yours
are not words.
What makes my throat dry up
and breath catch,
are the looks that you send my way.
When you steal glances
thinking no one can see
and sigh, a small, deep breath.
That is when I know
that you love just me
and also, that it can't be.
and pulls it towards yours
are not words.
What makes my throat dry up
and breath catch,
are the looks that you send my way.
When you steal glances
thinking no one can see
and sigh, a small, deep breath.
That is when I know
that you love just me
and also, that it can't be.
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