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April 26, 2005

Make Me Want To

If looks could kill
There would be no one left
To bury the bodies
And if wishes were deeds
We'd both be guilty
As my hand reaches out
To the stone on the cliff
Is my hand causing
The rock to shake?
Or is the stone
Causing my heart to tremble?
If it were a dance
I would stare
Deep into you
Turn my body
Throw my arms
Towards the clouds
And look at you
To see if you will
Come.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 01:42 AM