The Way I Walk Don

The Way I Walk

Don't let those men see the way I walk
(so hard to hide those guitar riffs
running up my spine)
the smile when I talk. oh no, not for them;
this is your fault! Eyes to drown in,
seeing me seeing you.
Oh god, it can't be happening again!
Feeling so free, almost gone.
no one can find me
lost in last night's forgotten dream.
My footprints are melting snow
everywhere I go.

~ Broken Wings ~

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