The Wrong Guy
I feel that way
About you
Who doesn’t even know I exist
I’ll go to my grave
Longing for your kiss
Although you would be
So bad for me
A lifetime wasted
Hung up on the wrong man
We could be
Each other’s annihilation
I don’t do love right
And the way I feel about you means
You would be my ruin
Star of my nightmares
Destroyer of dreams
You’re the wrong kind of guy
I should avoid you like poison
But I know in my heart I’ll always wish
That you could be the opposite of what you are
~Cie~
Funny, we always want something opposite...ths for visiting my blog :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have the self-awareness to avoid that "cotton candy," even as you long for just a taste!
ReplyDeleteThank you both. :-)
ReplyDelete...and your idea of him is far from what he probably really is!
ReplyDelete...you could be the opposite of what you are, or I could be true to my deepest self, shed fear like a robe and dive...
ReplyDeleteCan you tell this one resonates?
Margaret:
ReplyDeleteCharismatic womanizer and drug addict sums it up.
Karen:
I think I'm sorry to hear that. I would really rather that no-one ever feels the way I do.
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