The Urge By: Ann M. Hampton Every time I hear the rainfall, It's you I want to call To come and lay here with me, But I fight the urge to be 'Cause right now you just can't see Here you need to be-- With me. Every time I see the snowfall, I fight the urge to call And have you here with me To keep me warm at night, Under the balnkets, holding me tight. All through the night, I fight the urge. It's you that I miss. The touch of your fingertips on my hips; The soft touch of your lips To mine. Where has the time gone Since I was last in your arms? It's that urge that I fight When I want to pick up the phone and call, ANd then the rain falls, And I, again, fight the urge. How long do I need to wait Until you realize your big mistake? How long will the rain last, And how long will it take for the cold to pass? How many urges must I fight Until you hold me tight? Again-- I fight the urge. How long will it be before the sun shines, And again, I can call you mine? How long must I fight The urge? The urge of calling you, THe urge of being blue, The urge of wanting to tell you, "I love you." For now, I must fight the urge.Birth sign: Pisces
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