If I holler,
that I do care
would you let go of me
If I tempt,
that I will do
would you shun me
If I serenade,
that I sure will
would you walk away from me
If I kneel
that I will hold for sure
would you break the spirit of me
Could I love and leave?
Pixie dust for only a fairy tale
Peels of grime and grease
No one, after all, is for sale
that I do care
would you let go of me
If I tempt,
that I will do
would you shun me
If I serenade,
that I sure will
would you walk away from me
If I kneel
that I will hold for sure
would you break the spirit of me
Could I love and leave?
Pixie dust for only a fairy tale
Peels of grime and grease
No one, after all, is for sale
2 Scribbles:
is this a question, or a resignation and acceptance of an inevitable reality? but it has in a sense of spirit of its own that refuses to be defeated...
or is it just the that?
Everytime I come to your blog, I prepare myself to read something thats already in my head, and you refuse to disappoint me..
Nobody could have written this better.
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