A poem about: Have you got colour in your cheeks?Do…

Have you got colour in your cheeks?Do you ever get that fear that you can't shiftThe type that sticks around like summat in your teeth?Are there some aces up your sleeve?Have you no idea that you're in deep?I dreamt about you nearly every night this weekHow many secrets can you keep?'Cause there's this tune I foundThat makes me think of you somehowAnd I play it on repeatUntil I fall asleepSpilling drinks on my settee(Do I wanna know)If this feeling flows both ways?(Sad to see you go)Was sorta hoping that you'd stay(Baby, we both know)That the nights were mainly madeFor saying things that you can't say tomorrow dayCrawling back to youEver thought of calling when you've had a few?'Cause I always doMaybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody newNow, I've thought it throughCrawling back to youSo, have you got the guts?Been wondering if your heart's still openAnd if so, I wanna know what time it shutsSimmer down and pucker upI'm sorry to interrupt, it's just I'm constantly on the cuspOf trying to kiss youI don't know if you feel the same as I doBut we could be together if you wanted to(Do I wanna know)If this feeling flows both ways?(Sad to see you go)Was sorta hoping that you'd stay(Baby, we both know)That the nights were mainly madeFor saying things that you can't say tomorrow dayCrawling back to you (crawling back to you)Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? (You've had a few?)'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)Maybe I'm too (maybe I'm too busy)Busy being yours (being yours)To fall for somebody newNow, I've thought it throughCrawling back to you(Do I wanna know)If this feeling flows both ways?(Sad to see you go)Was sorta hoping that you'd stay(Baby, we both know)That the nights were mainly madeFor saying things that you can't say tomorrow day(Do I wanna know?)Too busy being yours to fall(Sad to see you go)Ever thought of calling, darling?(Do I wanna know?)Do you want me crawling back to you?

In the quiet of the night, where echoes start to creep,
Have you felt the tinge of color, dancing on your cheek?
A fear you can't shake off, like shadows in your teeth,
Secrets laced in silence, aces hidden deep beneath.

Tunes that stir the memory, played softly on repeat,
Dreams that brush my conscience, where two restless hearts meet.
I wonder if your heart stays open, awaiting morning's glow,
Our nights filled with whispers of words tomorrow won't know.

Busy in the currents of what once held us anew,
I find my steps retracting, always crawling back to you.
Does this feeling find its mirror in the depths of your heart?
Or am I just a shadow waiting for the light to start?

Do I dare to ask, or just let silence speak?
In the rhythm of our longing, the truth we both must seek.
Too busy being yours in a tapestry of blue,
Clinging to the fragments as I'm crawling back to you.

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In the quiet of the night, where echoes start to creep, Have you felt the tinge of color, dancing on your cheek? A fear you can't shake off, like shadows in your teeth, Secrets laced in silence, aces hidden deep beneath. Tunes that stir the memory, played softly on repeat, Dreams that brush my conscience, where two restless hearts meet. I wonder if your heart stays open, awaiting morning's glow, Our nights filled with whispers of words tomorrow won't know. Busy in the currents of what once held us anew, I find my steps retracting, always crawling back to you. Does this feeling find its mirror in the depths of your heart? Or am I just a shadow waiting for the light to start? Do I dare to ask, or just let silence speak? In the rhythm of our longing, the truth we both must seek. Too busy being yours in a tapestry of blue, Clinging to the fragments as I'm crawling back to you.