The girl with the doll face
Eyes stirring a start
Mystery is forming
To push forth this art
My heart pumping
Randomly it clicks
While feeling for words
My watch silently ticks
Fingers unknowingly
Lulled into a trance
Write her a song
In hopes of a dance
Is it really that easy
Just to be real
To give what you want
My love to steal?
Sunday, August 5, 2007
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