I tell myself I'm over it
Because in a way, I am
And in a way, I'm not
Its a complicated diagram
Of what's right and wrong
Because my logic says we're done
And that I'm strong
But then you give me that crooked grin
And suddenly I remember all our sins
And feel your hot kisses burned into my skin
But I'll shake my head and try to forget
Because we're done and I'm over it
And I said I'll never love again
But then you give me those eyes
And my legs turn to lead
The wind whispers lies
And my heart wars with my head
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Comments3
excellent write
thank you so much 🩷
most welcome
Infatuation and passion are strong adversaries and one does not always win. Very well worded and nicely written.
The battles between the heart and head, we are guilty with this one, lovely write, nicely expressed
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