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The Minute Hand 11-17
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2004 It's moments like this
When you shower me with attention
Ask me to show it back
I want so much to just tell it to your face
Even here, right now
The words just don't come out
Not the actions for that moment either
So much I wish just to hold you tight
Never allowing you to go
Stop time for all of the night
At least I shall be warm
Of course, time doesn't work that way
Instead I spend the hours
Watching the second hand spin its circles
Lying by myself it's alright
For I know I'm counting the minutes
Until I see you again
Each and every one of those minutes pass
None passing without a vision of you
None without my heart beating
None without me thinking of those words
How to say it I shall never know
Just waiting for the day when I overflow
Or until you ask enough
About all the random comments I make
And I spill my heart out
Making the minutes pass even more slowly
Knowing that every one brings me closer to you
But yet anticipating the fear
Contemplating how to speak to you
How to express myself in a way I would understand
Scratch that, in a way that you would understand
