There is, sometimes,
A little bit of teasing
In the things he says
That could be seen as
A whole lot of love,
Lying in shadow,
Wanting to play
Or as a little bit of challenge,
Waiting to bait
She will always, always
Choose to notice the challenge
And respond only to it
For her blood flows too quick
She wishes it was otherwise
Especially after she realizes
What a lot of love she has missed
But she knows
That it will never be otherwise
Even if she was given a chance
To do it all over again
No comments:
Post a Comment