she reads books and she plays music
the cute, innocent
clumsy girl
with freckles on her cheeks
you like to read and listen to music
the cool, handsome
sweet-talking man
who likes freckles on her cheeks
[ or at least you said you did ]
she rolls her eyes at your compliments
the cautious, bright
guarded girl
with curiosity in her eyes
you lay them on thick
the certain, sharp
imprudent man
with hidden agendas on your lips
she lingers a little longer
in hopes of crossing your path throughout the day
she laughs at your jokes
and you know they're not funny
she sings for you in the car because
you like her voice
[ or at least you said you did ]
she's become good at excuses
the hopeful, naive
kind-hearted girl
with sureness in her words
you soak them up
the stark, ill-intentioned
vacant boy
with uncertainty in your voice
she gave all she had to care for you,
the smooth, clever
self-serving boy
you convinced her that you loved her
[ or at least you said you did ]