I think I’ve found you
Have you found me too?
If I knocked on your door
Would you look through the glass
Before opening?
Or would you turn the knob
Without hesitating?
When you see my face
Will you smile?
As if knowing all along
That I’d be coming,
And that you wanted me too.
Or would a shadow of doubt shade
Your green eyes;
A cloud over misty mountains,
Expecting to see a different face
A girl with shorter hair
Less wild
But both curled;
So your fingers can get caught
Never able to escape;
Forever ensnared.
You chose the wrong trap.
With me I don’t think you’d feel,
The pain of leaving.