Gloves
Here I sit annoyed by the cold
Hood over head
Fingers numbed by wind
and it just isn't sinking in
Moving on
Finding someone
else to call the one
I barely got over the first one before
and when I moved
on to someone new
their taken
I hate how bad my instincts
can be
But there is no mistaking
The attraction
That exsists
It's just your heart
Is somewhere else
Now who am I to come
right on by and try
to make you mines?
How jumbled up am I?
I see countless of
my friends
Sinking back into the same
old pair of gloves with holes
that only leave them bitter and cold
I'm not like them
All I want is a new pair of gloves
The warm and snug
The ones that hug
I have been searching for years
Oh! I just spotted the right pair
Yet someone else is wearing them
Aw man! I'm freezing...
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