Wandering

There is a distinctive vaugeness to her opaque lies; a sad smile, soft blue eyes hide intentions;
She keeps the suspence goin,
As I’m wondering where her two feet and heart beat have taken her.

Shes a little queen
Her rules unfair
But she’s my queen.

A little dust devil, swirling my world around; its too sweet when she’s here; so bitter when she’s not near. Babe come home, rest my fears.

A few hours.
Morning will come.
Will i wake
With you beside me…

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