I could tell immediately
That I liked her
By the way I wanted to hide
Certain aspects of myself
Maybe, just maybe
If I revealed the whole mess
A little at a time, in small enough doses
It would be alright
Or at least too late
If she could reach the point
Where she accepted me
Exactly as I am
I wouldn't have to worry about improving
Maybe, just maybe
I'll accidentally do right by her
Every so often
And she'll think it's worth the while
Or at least she'll be confused
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