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By marfell1964 Date: 2012 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2012.07.24.19.25.4203]] |
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I'm no good at this I try to be But I struggle. Struggle so much. I could win... Play it all The way out. But it doesn't Suit me.. Playing eats away A little bit of me Doesn't sit well. Honesty And forthcoming Suits me But it hasn't Served me well In the past. So I'll keep My thoughts Close.. Thoughts of the First sight of you That stole my Breath... Your eyes And hands.. Your arrogance That makes me giggle... When the mere Thought of you Causes my heart To pause. I'll hold it Close.. Be still... Try to stay Focused On the game.. But the thought Of you And the smell Of you Consumes me. Makes me lose My focus. Makes me think I'm too old For games. And then There you are again.. The eyes, the hands The mere Thought of you. And I think What the hell... It's summer right? Put me in coach.. I can play.. |