What are we doing spinning our wheels?
I ran when you asked.
I thought that you asked.
You told me you're more forward than that.
I ran for nothing.
I laughed and told you.
You gave me clearance, and I dropped the act.
What scares me, you ask.
I haven't been acting
. . .
What are we doing meeting for drinks?
Walking down Hawthorne.
Poking fun freely.
You told me you may move away soon.
I first idly shrugged.
Cringe now in panic.
You dropped your shroud, I dropped mine in tandem.
What drives me, you ask.
I analyze my moves
captive to Virgo suns.
You gave me clearance, and I dropped the act.
What's funny, you ask.
Still laughing I kiss you.
What's scary, you ask.
I haven't been acting.
Still you do seek me out.
Still you seek me out.
. . .
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
What are we doing spinning our wheels?
I ran when you asked.
I thought that you asked.
You told me you're more forward than that.
I ran for nothing.
I laughed and told you.
You gave me clearance, and I dropped the act.
What scares me, you ask.
I haven't been acting
. . .
What are we doing meeting for drinks?
Walking down Hawthorne.
Poking fun freely.
You told me you may move away soon.
I first idly shrugged.
Cringe now in panic.
You dropped your shroud, I dropped mine in tandem.
What drives me, you ask.
I analyze my moves
captive to Virgo suns.
You gave me clearance, and I dropped the act.
What's funny, you ask.
Still laughing I kiss you.
What's scary, you ask.
I haven't been acting.
Still you do seek me out.
Still you seek me out.
. . .
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