I love to turn my back to the wind,
And let my hair blow about my face.
Stand real stern..like "I'm not budging."
Then give a flinching, desperate chase.
Say what's on my mind sometimes,
Better yet - exert control.
Show intriguing bits and pieces,
But teasingly hide the whole.
I love to wink across a room,
And quickly exit when they pursue.
Whisper false promises in a passion,
With no intention to follow through.
Yet there was a single real encounter,
That will define me to the end.
The moment I looked in a mirror,
And called myself a friend.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
I love to turn my back to the wind,
And let my hair blow about my face.
Stand real stern..like "I'm not budging."
Then give a flinching, desperate chase.
Say what's on my mind sometimes,
Better yet - exert control.
Show intriguing bits and pieces,
But teasingly hide the whole.
I love to wink across a room,
And quickly exit when they pursue.
Whisper false promises in a passion,
With no intention to follow through.
Yet there was a single real encounter,
That will define me to the end.
The moment I looked in a mirror,
And called myself a friend.
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