I long for eyes that I can love without a word
give me feeling all across the room
I can feel your skin and eyes, I can feel the room
and when I pass you in the hallway
my hand will touch your skin
I have lovers that I don’t love
and some I do that are wrong
and I wait with this endless ache inside
for the right one to come along
I’m dying someplace, loved as much as I am
for someone I can rejoice in
with out knowing from the start how it ends.
gallagher
06 aug 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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