May be some questions,
May be a man,
Or a free woman,
In a door locked,
Who once played
And shared.
You are here now,
With something of back then.
Yes, unfortunately
It came along,
The feelings For you
Keep in touch with you,
They talk and they run,
I ran,
I ran till I was out of
all of my breath.......
and then,
still, may be some questions....
How about a want,
A want,a dream,
A dream to indulge,
A want so deep,
That I can't dream straight,...
To fly out,
Till you feel
BREATHLESS.
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