Michelle Marie Hyde Biography

There is.......

A time to write,
A time to listen,
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Icy hands caress my face,
My heart begins to race.
Held fast in a warm embrace,
Crimson lips touch my face.
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Why do you come to me in my sleep?
My dark angel, my sweet
Why do you hide from the light?
Why do you only venture out at night?
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Shhh! ! you can not tell.
For this is a secret that I have hidden very well.
There is a guy that I like.
It is all so new that it gives me a fright.
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I watch you from a distance,
Never coming to close,
I don't know this feeling,
I get when you walk past.
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