Thursday, September 15, 2011

Without a trace.

If I could tell you that I love you,
I would say what's on my mind.
If I could close my eyes and see you,
my bed would never leave my side.
If I could do nothing but just hold you,
a smile would never leave my face.
And if I could I could admit that I adore you,
my past would leave without a trace.

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