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confused

love is the possibility of you and me
one gentle kiss on a cheek
caress your lips
with my lips
smile at your smile
longing for you secretly
only letting you know
smallest of emotions
but you are my dream
confused in my reality that seems perfect
my dreams are my desire
God hear my cry for sanity
remove this passion
what is wrong with me
new experiences
cloud my judgment
right from wrong use to be easy
now wrong feels right
and right seems more like
something i'm suppose to do
unreal

clear my mind
and I see
touched you in the midnight hour
day dreams never cease
because you are a part of my soul
too scared to let you go
too scared to move in this reality
visions of you are like
rain drops
so many

love can never be said
but is felt
when I think of you
in the darkness of the night


(wrote with my eyes closed, put down whatever came to mind)

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