I like the kind of girl that I'll never be with.
That I don't want to be with.
Because it'd never work.
And that's too bad I guess.
I like the kind of girl who just knows.
Who knows that whoever we're with,
And whoever we say we love,
We still know each other.
I like the kind of girl who's reluctant to kiss me.
I don't need her to kiss me.
I've experienced her lips before.
I just need her stares now.
She is ambiguous and undefined.
But so are my desires.
So is love.
If that's what you want to call it.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
I like the kind of girl that I'll never be with.
That I don't want to be with.
Because it'd never work.
And that's too bad I guess.
I like the kind of girl who just knows.
Who knows that whoever we're with,
And whoever we say we love,
We still know each other.
I like the kind of girl who's reluctant to kiss me.
I don't need her to kiss me.
I've experienced her lips before.
I just need her stares now.
She is ambiguous and undefined.
But so are my desires.
So is love.
If that's what you want to call it.
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