Sometimes I just sit and think,
"What the fuck do I want?"

Most times I run my fingers
Through my hair,
Growl,
And wish that I knew.

But on those rare occasions
When I choose to be honest
With myself
I'll confess that somewhere

Deep down
I know.

I want you.

And then I run my fingers
Through my hair,
Growl,
And wish that YOU knew.

©1996 Kim Shaver

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