Dark jeans. Deep blue.
Blue V neck. Light hue.
Silver chain. Curling too.
Golfing hat. Grey as you.
This is how I dress tonight.
Not who I am.
So ponder your words
Before you slam
The doors that could
Lead to something new.
It could last a night
Maybe even two.
Who knows what happens
After I simple smile
Or a quick hello
Or it's been a while.
Take the chance
While it's here
And hold this moment.
It is very dear.
After tonight it is gone.
Like the things I wear
Left on the floor.
Do not disregard my kindness.
It's not a chore.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Dark jeans. Deep blue.
Blue V neck. Light hue.
Silver chain. Curling too.
Golfing hat. Grey as you.
This is how I dress tonight.
Not who I am.
So ponder your words
Before you slam
The doors that could
Lead to something new.
It could last a night
Maybe even two.
Who knows what happens
After I simple smile
Or a quick hello
Or it's been a while.
Take the chance
While it's here
And hold this moment.
It is very dear.
After tonight it is gone.
Like the things I wear
Left on the floor.
Do not disregard my kindness.
It's not a chore.
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