| Copyright 2004 Erica D'Hondt |
| Signals For W.D.B. If I could just get out the words get past the sighs and teach damage control how to minimize- oh his eyes leave me in longing and his smile makes me cry. If I could make this easier Babe you have to believe I�d try. There�s a firestorm brewing, hiding on my other side and I keep tripping over all the things that I fantasize. I�m afraid to part my lips, for the squalls of celestial heat and form the words scattered in a puddle �round my feet. I don�t want to extinguish these embers of glowing flame, and everyday I catch myself sighing and calling out your name. How do I tell you all the things, I cannot say and I�m afraid, if I told you that it would push you away. |
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