Sunday, July 22, 2012

Blush 10-6-1980


Pen upon my paper
Thoughts upon my mind
The words were never clearer
The thoughts were ne'er so kind.

And when I think of you
My heart it starts to beat,
My face gets red, starts to burn,
And my body feels with heat.

The feelings were ne'er so deep
The thoughts were ne'er so kind.
Pen upon my paper,
Thoughts upon my mind.

                   P. Conteras

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