The little things

October 5, 2012
By suddenlyobscure BRONZE, Castle Rock, Colorado
suddenlyobscure BRONZE, Castle Rock, Colorado
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There was something mysterious about you.
Maybe it was the pretty words you said.
A part of me always knew.

Maybe it’s the little things you do,
The way you painted the town red.
There was something mysterious about you.

You never made me feel blue,
Always intertwining our fingers like thread.
A part of me always knew.

I wish we could start off new,
But eventually you fed.
There was something mysterious about you.

My affection for you only grew,
The nights without you I dread.
There was something mysterious about you.

Believe me when I say it’s true,
You’ll always be in my head.
There was something mysterious about you.
A part of me always knew.



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