i'm not that girl

Maybe I was lying in the post below. Maybe you don't forget. Or maybe just me, maybe I don't forget and I can't forget. I'm....

Hands touch,

Eyes meet.

Sudden silence, sudden heat.

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl...

He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl.

Don't dream too far

Don't loose sight of who you are

Don't remember that rush of joy -

He could be that boy...

I'm not that girl.

Every so often we long to steal to the land of what might have been

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb - she who's winsome, she wins him.

Gold hair with a gentle curl

that's the girl he chose and heaven knows I'm not that girl

Don't wish.

Don't start.

Wishing only wounds the heart.

I wasn't born for the rose and pearl.

There's a girl I know...

He loves her so...

I'm not that girl.