30 July 2012
Hot and cold, that's how your hurricane blows. What happens next? I've asked but nobody knows.
Expose yourself, why don't you tell me a secret. My lips are sealed, you don't have to worry I'll keep it.
Run away, dissappear for seventeen days. Come back again and act like nothing has changed.
Shrug your shoulders, don't explain. If I'm a little bit crazy, you're deranged.
I can't figure you out. What's up with you.
You tell me something old instead of something new.
I can't figure you out. Though I keep trying.
You're a closed book. That has me dying.
You pick me up and put me down, I'm not the enemy. You probably shot the sheriff...and the deputy.
You hide green eyes behind long black hair. I can't see them glisten but I feel your stare.
I know you have stories that I want to hear. And I've got plenty, tell me yours. I'll share.
I want to see your body, show me your tattoo. I'm not the only one, so I'll join the queue.
I can't figure you out. What's your story.
You don't want to share, you say you think they'll bore me.
I can't figure you out. But I keep searching.
You're a closed book That keeps me working.
You always call me up just before it's light. Just to say hello, how's it going? Did you have a good night?
But when I try to find you, give you a ring. You dissappear into nothing, gone with the wind.
And I don't deny, I'm equally vague. Let's collaborate and write our own page.
And I don't deny, disinterest I feign. But I can't help you running up and down my brain.
I can't figure you out. What's your deal?
You won't tell me what you think, how you feel.
I can't figure you out. Though I keep digging.
You're a closed book...
With the pages missing.
Closed Book. • Opuss № I