My heart shakes
At your touch
And strains against my chest
Just to be against you.
But I refrain.
My arms call out
For contact
And lift from my side
Just to hold you.
But I keep them away.
But it hurts.
But I do it.
Nobody knows
What's gonna happen
When we have the
Chance to be like we were on Saturday.
Or when it will be.
Or what we'll do.
And I get that.
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