To sleep with a burning mind and the heart -
Beating faster with each passing second
Moments pass, ‘til I cannot breathe or think -
Of anything but you. It hurts. It hurts.
To dream of flowers and peaches with cream -
Waking up and discovering the cold
You haven't said no. I kept quiet, and -
You don't even know, and still, I'm dreaming.
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