That Girl

 

 

 

She’s a kind of a paradox, that girl

Its not that I even like her at all

I just love her, that’s all

 

She’s a strange one, that girl

I mean, I’m not sure if she even likes me at all

I just love her, that’s all

 

She’s a young one, that girl

Much younger than me and tall

And I don’t even like girls that tall

I just love her, that’s all

 

She’s an odd one, that girl

She likes me to flirt and then she smiles her smile

And we’re connected, eye to eye

And all the while

I just love her, that’s all

 

She’s a crazy one that girl

She makes me laugh with her eyes

And I like the way her hand goes through her hair

And I’m drawn to her where

The curve of her back goes way down to her legs

And it’s no kind of choice

-In fact, no choice at all-

I just love her, that’s all

 

She’s a dark one that girl

And in her darkness

Her deep piercing darkness she has power over me

And she’s in me and around me

And she’s Black haired and brown eyed and that’s not usually my type

But now -I seem to think that her type,

That’s my type

The type I love, that’s all.

 

 

girlloveyoung girl

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