You're right. I lied.
But not about what
you might think.

See,
I remember us sitting there,
both randomly picking
at the salads on our plates,
you with your legs crossed and
sitting up straight.

You asked me that day,
about my perfect type.
Well, I lied in my answer, but
only half way.

See,
all though she
held my attention at the time
and all though she
was the one I was aiming for,
when the question escaped your lips,
I was dumbstruck,
for to give my first thought
would be to give myself away,
and to say anything else,
would be untrue.

Torn between the spectrums,
I said all I could think to:

her body, your personality...

my reply, when
all I wanted to say was:

you.

01/19/2002

Posted on 01/19/2002
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