The apple of my eye they say
But their words don't begin to describe
how she looks TO ME.
I feel every stitch of pain you feel
Every tear you cry
Every smile you crack
Every sparkle in your eye.
Tanned, petite, and so self-consciously she won't speak the word love-
Who could blame her?
I need to tap the brakes but I can't hide it any longer.
What is this?
'Don't worry 'bout a thing miss jealousy, she's yours for the taking, mine for the instigating.'
That's all well and dandy for you
But do you really understand?
could you explain it to me?
Friday, June 25, 2010