Wild And Free Poem by Afra S Mohammed

Your stare is holding. Ripped jeans, skin showing.
Hot night wind blowing. Where did you think your going?
It's hard to look beneath those eyes.
It's hard to see, right through that smile

But I know there's a devil inside that I'd love.
I know.
I know.
I know.
So your the devil by the window.
Your the devil by the window.
I'm singing alone, your watching me without sympathy.
but then again, who wants a devils sympathy.
Probably not me.

Hey! I just met you, and this is crazy.
So here's my number, call me, maybe.
Hey! I just saw you, and maybe I'm crazy.
But here's my number, call me, maybe.

Hold my hand, run with me.
Without another thought wild and free.
My breathing is heavy, yours is fine.
It's your... Spirit

But I know there's a devil inside that I'd love.
I know.
I know.
I know.
So your the devil by the window.
Your the devil by the window.
I'm singing alone, your watching me without sympathy.
but then again, who wants a devils sympathy.
Probably not me.

There's one single difference between you and me.
Your perfect, I'm not.
that's not the difference, that separates us.
It's that your trapped,
I'm..... Wild and Free