Jul 11, 2001

you come up to me and speak in a way...
a way that makes me wonder what is on your mind.

i can barely breathe when you look into my eyes.
the heat is unbareable and i cant see quite straight.

what i wouldnt give for 15minutes of your time...
but to you i am nothing more, than just another passing glance

but when we speak, i keep hoping for just one little chance.

a chance to let you see what is really inside me.
a chance to know if you are just what i percieve.

is that so much to ask?

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