| Touched Your gentile hands caress my face Your arms embrace my body Within your world I feel safe and protected Your lips softly pressed against my forehand your fingers wipe away all my tears But then it seems that all my tears come from you Once a love I cherished so true once a man I loved so dearly Touched me but his hand was not so soft this time around You claim it was a mistake that I hit the ground when the only mistake was in loving you How could a touch so sweet and innocent suddenly turn into a touch like this... |
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