The World's In Your 'Hands'

When I'm with you,
I get this feeling,
Like I'm in my own little world.
When I'm with you,
Everything around me just disappeares.
Mi stoamach herts,
I get nevous,
My heart starts pounding,
faster, and faster.
Then you hold me,
An the worlds in your HANDS

by Nicholette Lowe

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