Her every word drives me crazy
Even maybe.
She leaves me hanging on the edge
Waiting for a yes
Even maybe.
Time dwindles before I fall
Hanging on this ledge of ours.
She smiles in spurts
Knowing the effect she has.
But even then
Her every word drives me crazy
Fingers slipping from this ledge
Waiting for a yes
Even maybe
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