Chameleon
at the end
knowing the ropes is key
opening locked doors
positioning your way into view
and what a view
cool breezes on a sultry afternoon
not realizing
she's a real chameleon
with a coat of many colours
a challange to capture
as her rapture, rattles around my mind
and she's always on my mind
wiggling her way
through the broken and the pain
I hold my candle closer
in the rain
still lit
with a fire burning deep
wet t-shirt clinging to my skin
you rip yours off
and give it up to me
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