Have we met?
Maybe yes, maybe no
But in your head
There must be an image of me.
Either real, sketchy, vague or an imagination
To some a rare gem
To others is a beautiful devil
And to you...
maybe just a facebook friend.
Maybe it’s the smiling girl
In my profile picture,
Who got your attention...
Or maybe it was that awkward update
That got you thinking.
Or maybe it’s the color of her eyes,
Or is it the long slender legs
In that party dress as she walks across the street?
Mhhh... Just maybe
You must be wondering
Why am writing all this
I would love to answer you
But I really don’t know
What my last line will be like.
So, will keep writing...
Do you ever wonder why this girl isn’t constant?
Today she is in love
Tomorrow her man is a pain on her neck,
One minute she is your friend
The other minute you are a stranger
I think i know why...
She is like you, she is human!
She may not live long enough
To defend all her flaws
Or brag about her perfections
But I can tell you a few things about her...
Some she isn’t proud of
But others she wouldn’t change
Just to please a crowd
She has a beautiful heart
To complement her warm smile
But she has a temper too
Which beats that of a betrayed woman
She is opinionated
But still a good listener.
But an insensitive word...
Hurts her like a sharp sword.
So, if you haven’t met her,
Now you know something about her
Do I need write more?
Oh yes, tomorrow i will write, and the day after
Maybe about you, or about my shoe or the trees
Everyday I will write.
C@P2013 September 4, 2013 at 8:53pm
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Have we met?
Maybe yes, maybe no
But in your head
There must be an image of me.
Either real, sketchy, vague or an imagination
To some a rare gem
To others is a beautiful devil
And to you...
maybe just a facebook friend.
Maybe it’s the smiling girl
In my profile picture,
Who got your attention...
Or maybe it was that awkward update
That got you thinking.
Or maybe it’s the color of her eyes,
Or is it the long slender legs
In that party dress as she walks across the street?
Mhhh... Just maybe
You must be wondering
Why am writing all this
I would love to answer you
But I really don’t know
What my last line will be like.
So, will keep writing...
Do you ever wonder why this girl isn’t constant?
Today she is in love
Tomorrow her man is a pain on her neck,
One minute she is your friend
The other minute you are a stranger
I think i know why...
She is like you, she is human!
She may not live long enough
To defend all her flaws
Or brag about her perfections
But I can tell you a few things about her...
Some she isn’t proud of
But others she wouldn’t change
Just to please a crowd
She has a beautiful heart
To complement her warm smile
But she has a temper too
Which beats that of a betrayed woman
She is opinionated
But still a good listener.
But an insensitive word...
Hurts her like a sharp sword.
So, if you haven’t met her,
Now you know something about her
Do I need write more?
Oh yes, tomorrow i will write, and the day after
Maybe about you, or about my shoe or the trees
Everyday I will write.
C@P2013 September 4, 2013 at 8:53pm
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