Remembering 'The Steps'
i remember first grade
reading group
i looked to my left....and there you were
looking back, it seems so ironic....being that we are both left handed
could not take my eyes off....still can't take my eyes off you
wanna kiss you in the sun....wanna kiss you in the rain
you remind me of sweet cinnamon....i wonder if you taste like sweet cinnamon
everywhere i go in like....my mind always comes back to you
if the stars were aligned just right, i would waste no time asking you out
however God had other ideas for us
friendship is the way of our connection
i choose to follow God's Direct Path
i know the feeling of the pain when you veer in any direction
i am hoping for this reunion at our old elementary school
we can reminisce about old times until time for you to go
being a man, i can stay right here all night with you
as a woman you tune in more on the reality of things
please know that i would never disrespect you
i care for you too much go in any other way....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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