I act like a kid, so call me a kid.
Rebuke me for each sin that I have hid.
I deserve nothing more than your disgust.
Yet somehow I seem to have earned your trust.
You don't have to make yourself smile for me.
I can be quite good at leaving folks be.
I can ignore when my heart picksup pace.
The trick is to look away from your face.
Your laughter I flee. I run from your glance.
If your hair is wet, I haven't a chance.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
I act like a kid, so call me a kid.
Rebuke me for each sin that I have hid.
I deserve nothing more than your disgust.
Yet somehow I seem to have earned your trust.
You don't have to make yourself smile for me.
I can be quite good at leaving folks be.
I can ignore when my heart picksup pace.
The trick is to look away from your face.
Your laughter I flee. I run from your glance.
If your hair is wet, I haven't a chance.
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