It feels like a kind of private crime,
The way she always takes what mine,
Without even acknowledging that
She can steal my livelihood in a little chat.
It's not in my head, I'm not faking it,
But as far as my heart, she's shaking it.
There he is, everything I've ever wanted,
He's made me forget the boys she's flaunted.
And up she looks, innocent as can be,
And of all people explains to me,
That this stranger to her,
Made her insides stir.
She chose him, and she gets what she wants,
Even if her time with him would be another of her jaunts.
A different day, A different boy, and I'd join her glee,
But he owns a heart, and it belongs to me.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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