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Empty Words "How are you?" I watched beautiful lips shape the words Should I tell you how exquisite you are? How your closeness fills me with desire? How the world is alive for me again? I want to tell you how my senses scream at everything I want to tell you how close to death I was And how I came back Of the moment I understood what I was what I could be what was possible And how everything is vivid again How a warm wind made me moan for the pleasure of it A misty day fills me with joy it is so beautiful so soft (like your lips?) Please, listen to me tell of what I have become Let me show you how the world breathes for me I wish to laugh for the pleasure of it but you wouldn't understand you don't know why I am smiling now so "I'm fine."--s.o. |