I spend my Friday morning playing a game of “he likes me, he likes me not”
I pick apart every memory I have of us
Unable to decipher the secret message
Unable to read between the lines
Unable to pinpoint the exact moment I fell and you stood upright
I spend the evening wondering if you will be the new standard I hold all the others to
Will they all have to be die hard yankee fans like you?
Will they all have to dance the way you do?
Will they all have to be exactly like you?
I spend the night wondering if maybe you feel the same way I do, if you ever will
When you hug me when you see me and when you say goodbye, I wonder
When our eyes meet as soon as that songs begins, I wonder
When you tell me about your hopes and dreams, I wonder
By midnight I come to the same conclusion every time
Maybe my heart has grown accustomed to boys who only know how to use
Maybe my brain has grown accustomed to always finding a way out
Maybe my hands have grown accustomed to pushing away
But when I’m around you I know how to be
I’m never ready to leave, no instinct to hide
Instead of polar opposites, you’re the moon and I’m the high tide
-Annette
That flower is lovely!! As is this poem – I especially love the line, “By midnight I come to the same conclusion every time,” … you have a lovely way with words!
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