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It's Not My Fault

What you're doing, it's working, after all.

By Sara WynnPublished 12 months ago 1 min read
It's Not My Fault
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

If you keep coming around here singing your part,

sitting in my bed, softly picking that guitar,

I'm going to end up singing with you.

What you're doing,

it's working, after all.

-

What do you want?

For me to not chill from your charm?

It's crawling up my neck

and right back down my arm

You can't do this and say it's my fault.

-

I know it's all so fucking scary

when it all starts to work out.

But please, don't be scared of me.

That's just how you know you've found

something that might be worth having.

So be scared.

It is a little scary.

But you don't have to be scared

of me.

-

You keep coming around here singing your part,

sitting in my bed quietly picking that guitar,

making me feel beautiful,

I'm going to end up falling for you.

-

Your charm sends chills up my neck

and back down my arm

and it's not my fault.

What you're doing, it's working very well,

after all.

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About the Creator

Sara Wynn

"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,

and no one knows what intelligent life is."

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