The beauty of your porcelain skin
Calmed the raging storm within
Your crystal eyes I can't forget
Yet we had hardly even met
Glances back and forth were shared
Dropped small smiles here and there
You walked past and brushed my arm
Then and there I was alarmed
I had been through pain before
Stabbed by those I had adored
Do I dare to take the risk?
To feel once more love reminisced?
I told myself I didn't need
The hunger that I yearned to feed
I told myself that I was strong
I don't need you to get along
But even then I knew inside
There'd be no use to try and hide
The feelings that I couldn't fight
The need to be with you that night
Adrenaline pumped in my veins
I lost all knowledge of past pains
I quickly told you how I felt
And then your smile made me melt
I prayed that this was not a dream
That everything was what it seemed
How long we stood there, I lost track
As your fingertips ran down my back.
Copyright 2004 Laura Phrasavath
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