The feelings flit, flit, flutter by
Like butterflies in a storm
A cold sweat and a weary sigh
Cheeks are pale but face is warm.
Embarrassment the same as love
Heartbreak the same as trust
Gentle caresses with boxing gloves
A hurricane with gentle gusts.
A single touch a hammer blow
Locked knees and eyes roll back
A simple glance, I'll never know
When everything went black.
What can be done, there's no defense
Indescribable deception
A signal jammed, a missed pretense
A failure of reception.
Who am I to know you
Who are you to know me
What are dreams to come true
What if they do, will I see?
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