I stare at your face,
Something new is what I see.
In actual fact,
You are just like me.
You play the piano,
Billy Joel is your thing.
You like glitz and glamor,
You like jazz, blues and swing.
Underneath I see who you are,
Just another old school boy.
You see me for what I am now,
For you, just another toy.
You like to talk about movies,
Romances that last.
You're the perfect gentleman,
Like guys from a long forgotten past.
Inside you're just an old school boy,
But there is something new in you.
You smile and say the right things,
That I know is just not true.
You might give me affection,
But we know I'm just your toy.
You are the perfect Casanova,
Just another old school boy.
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Emotional Amnesia
PuisiSometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
