The Game

January 21, 2009
By Anonymous

How about you tell me.
Before I fall apart.
Cause waiting makes me anxious.
I just want us to start.
You take your time.
I wish I could read your mind.
To see your reasons, big and small.
Am I too short, or you too tall?
I just don't get this game.
You can play it oh so well.
And I can never tell.
If it's real or make believe.
Come on.
I'm waiting.
Afraid to move.
Afraid you might change your mind.
Take the first step, and I'll come running.
Because you're so deceptively cunning.

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