Weak At the Knees
And darling please—
Can you make this pain stop?
It’s my knees,
They’re worn and aching.
Did you think this through?
It’s my breath you’re taking.
You know how to shake me,
I’m weak at the knees.
You know how to break me,
I’m weak at the knees.
You know how to make me,
Weak at the knees.
Copyright © Ben Soodsma | Year Posted 2010
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