She Knew..
She knew I was young,
She knew I was frail and cold to the touch
She knew I was scared;terrified
but patient not to rush-the mixture of emotions.
The creation of the feelings that was inside me for her.
She knew I was confused; that I did not know wrong from right.
She knew I was lost, Her day was my night.
She knew I wanted/needed for her to be there
For the likeness of myself to overflow within her
She knew I yearned for her to caress me, intensify me, BLESS me!
But she knew that I couldn't.
What i want to be right just seems to be so wrong;
and so I just sit across from her,stare at her and wait for her to move
Cause I know she knows.
She just had to.
She knew..
-Dia
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