A Hug Can Sting, But Please Not Love

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(My stomach burns)

Dread? Passion? Desire?

Confusion wracks my brain.

I promised I’d never fuel another fire

or walk these roads again.

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I feel my fingertips

tingle on your skin

and sense the way you smell my hair.

I think, maybe I should let this in

and admit that I do care.

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(No, I can’t, I won’t)

I can’t say how I feel.

I won’t admit to anything.

These things cannot be real,

just as a hug cannot sting.

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You’re hard to ignore when

I roll over and smell you

On my pillow, in my dreams.

My dopey smile would be a clue

as to how much your presence means.

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(No, I don’t, I won’t admit)

you’ll never hear me say,

I refuse to even think.

My heart won’t catch me this way;

my armour has no chink.

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(I don’t, I can’t be in love again)

I’m not your soft spot as you say;

to enduring denial I cling.

I wish these feelings would go away

cause a hug does sometimes sting.