Friday, January 29, 2010


People try to read me
Like I’m some sort of book
Stare deep into my eyes
Contemplating each look
Let me forewarn you
I’m more then meets the eye
It’s hard to make a judgment
When there’s so little to imply
I will never let on
The woman that’s within
You get what you see
But I’m thicker than my skin
So don’t try to define me
There’s no need to obsess
You get what I give
And I’ve given much less

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