My Pace
Don't try to figure it out because you might start to cry.
You think that you're man enough to handle someone like me?
I'm not a little girl, I'm a grown woman dancing at night.
But, at this point I know you can't see.
You're not the brightest flame out there, are you?
You have fun with all the collar bones and thigh gaps.
She likes taking pictures of herself, I'll tell you that truth.
Bites her lips, and you're already caught in that trap.
I will never try to be something that I'm not.
Nor will I ever laugh at your lame jokes.
You have a few dance moves, that argument can't be fought.
But, then again every time you throw a step, I see you choke.
So young, so innocent, cashmere over a fireplace of brown fumes.
Your fire's color changes every time I see you.
There's only so much that wooden horses can assume.
You are more important than you need to be, and that's the truth.
I'll keep doing what I do, and watching you from afar.
At this distance, my wolf maintains his grace.
And the angel cups with her hands my heart.
Just remember that you'll never be able to keep up with my pace.
Copyright © Chayle Dikoff | Year Posted 2015
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