Oh, yeah,
you make me stumble
and fumble,
creating ripples in the
autumn breeze
playing on my
insecurities
you're a tease
standing there,
your long
soft hair tucked
behind your ears,
dangling my fears
like a new set
of keys -
I am body-tied,
petrified
my heart will betray
what my mind
has pushed away
(in the light
of your
‘come-to-me’ smile)
...that maybe
you were right
all along.

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meg







Love, Lane














75 old applause
