So much thought, so little time
18 LinesI remember your soft skin, i wanted to caress it as if it were my own,
I wanted to hold you, even though you were sick and would give a soft, faint, groan,
Women may not be delicate creatures, but you couldnt have been any more delicate that evening,
Your big grey eyes were cleaving,
For a bed, to rest, comfort, warmth, sleep,
And i wanted to be the savior to take you deep,
Into that point, Not that you couldnt do it yourself,
Just that I couldnt imagine you alone all by yourself,
I wanted to bring you bakc to health, full strength, to life,
Bring you from this somewhat discomfort, possible strife,
All this and you are my waiter at the restaurant Ive come to adore,
Though its you i desire to emplore,
But too late, i am chicken once again,
To ask you out and see from within,
If these thoughts would have been real instead of written, the end.
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