Brown hair and brown eyes swimming with secrets I will never know
Pale skin drawn tight over white bones
He hugs me and we bask in the warmth of his oversized sweater.
He is not mine, not mine, not mine . . .
I must remember not mine, not mine, not mine.
He will never be mine.
Twig legs bent slightly, sinking down to my level.
A gentle hand nestled at my breast
Soft lips parted slightly
Fingers wandering over the goose bumps of my flesh
He is not mine, not mine, not mine . . .
Not mine, not mine, not mine.
He will never be mine
But I love him, still
Pale skin drawn tight over white bones
He hugs me and we bask in the warmth of his oversized sweater.
He is not mine, not mine, not mine . . .
I must remember not mine, not mine, not mine.
He will never be mine.
Twig legs bent slightly, sinking down to my level.
A gentle hand nestled at my breast
Soft lips parted slightly
Fingers wandering over the goose bumps of my flesh
He is not mine, not mine, not mine . . .
Not mine, not mine, not mine.
He will never be mine
But I love him, still
