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I don’t know how to keep a man
Never been good at playing hard to get
Stick my foot in my mouth
Care too much, don’t care enough
But you. You’re still here.
Dark birthmark on my right cheek
I try to pinch and peel you off my skin
secretly loving the way you won’t budge
You are the rock, I am the river
winding furiously in spurts and stops
Admit it you like it ; the passion of its flow
the full calm when it ebbs; the curious mix
of feisty bitch and gentle lover
the warrior you boast of, the coward you pep talk
You know me. I need not say more
than those sighs my chest heaves
lying on top of yours
Hey, No one is perfect. Not even the man himself.
No one is perfect for sure…
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How passionate! And the inclusion of the birthmark is genious–you could be talking to the thing that won’t go away or just using it to illustrate the ” the curious mix / of feisty bitch and gentle lover / the warrior you boast of, the coward you pep talk…”
Thank you Susan! Hmm it seems the ones I’m most hesitant to share turn out most impactful 🙂 Hope to see you on my new site too:)