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when will I confess?
I am a little baby in your presence
When I’m in the garden of your voice
I am picking my favorite flowers
I pick your bad thoughts
And replant them in the depths of my heart
I become weak in the bones and strong in the heart and mature in the brain
For everything in my body electrifies
I was asleep ,but now I am awake
Your honesty is a fine cup of wine that I can drink in the early mornings
Every time I here your name
Or know I am going to talk or see you
I get the same butterflies in my stomach
Even tho I have seen you more then I have seen my self smile
It still makes my heart melt
© Bitar55
When I’m in the garden of your voice
I am picking my favorite flowers
I pick your bad thoughts
And replant them in the depths of my heart
I become weak in the bones and strong in the heart and mature in the brain
For everything in my body electrifies
I was asleep ,but now I am awake
Your honesty is a fine cup of wine that I can drink in the early mornings
Every time I here your name
Or know I am going to talk or see you
I get the same butterflies in my stomach
Even tho I have seen you more then I have seen my self smile
It still makes my heart melt
© Bitar55
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