I wish I could talk to you
Even if just a whisper
But when you’re around
I’m shy and tongue-tied
My insides melt
Around my pounding heart
And my voice is paralyzed
But then I see your sweet smile
And I show you mine
Everything in me is stirred
And I know I never need
To speak a single word
© 2016 what sandra thinks
About what sandra thinks
Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
It’s an amazing feeling when this happens. Beautifully expressed, Sandra!
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Thanks, Rob!
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The dream. The expectation. The hope. 😉
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This is simply beautiful! ❤
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Thank you so much ♥
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I feel this.
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I’d like to feel it… even though it’s kind of tense…
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So sweet…
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Thanks ♥
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Lovely, Sandra! sometimes you don’t need the words… 🙂
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Of course, I usually use too many of them anyway… 🙂
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Wordsmith! 😉
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Or babbling idiot. 😛
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So true!
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Thanks!
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Lovely, Sandra. Sometimes there’s no need for words.
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Thank you so much!
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Why let words spoil the moment? 😉
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🙂
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So sweet and full of emotion. Loved it! ❤️
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Thanks! xo ♥
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