All Theses Things Poem by Freddy Alexander

All Theses Things



We've never met,
This is true,
But if you knew the things,
I would do to have you,

The butterflys deep inside,
The trembling fingers,
The sweaty palms,
All theses things you do to me.
All theses things you cannot see.

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