I glance and see
The missteps you took
and listen to the misguided honesty
that you meticulously rehearsed
I am not a fool
as it is apparent through
the fingerprints and forgotten perfume
the feminine spirits you've broken to collect
I myself have a strong will
and subtle distinct taste
that can only be satisfied
through serious and sad eyes
Am I to to be another girl?
Gathering affection for a brief time
Giving away my heart to a gomer
Grieving when he cast it aside
Or will it be you, open book?
Believing in my rhetoric
broken and bleeding when you fall
because you were merely a boy
Perhaps there is another turn
Tempting and tantalizing the thought
That there could possibly be a we
With time extending before us.
The next day is not promised
Permitting a pondering is waste
Pleasantries are the first step
Please know that I see you.
