I bruise easily
So be gentle when you handle me...
Natasha Bedingfield
You see, I'm changing with the weather.
I'm swinging moods like naughty wind.
Enjoying when we are together,
But giving just a little hint.
You see, you know, I'm talking riddles,
I'd like, though, you would guess them all.
I like your touch, yet throwing needles
When you get closer to my soul.
You see, I'm wrong, I'm being childish,
Can't help but complicating things.
I don't know why I'm talking rubbish
Instead of spreading out my wings.
You see, I'm fragile, so I'm hiding,
I bruise so easily inside.
Protecting heart, protecting body
Instead of letting go my pride.
You see, and what's it all about,
I know, you haven't got a clue.
But darling, please, just have no doubt,
That I'm so fond of loving you...
The Poem About Me
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2010
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