Why'd you pick me out
from all the strangers?
Where'd you leave
your flashing "Danger" sign?
Who put the words
in your mouth I believed?
Who tattooed
your heart on my sleeve?
Sleeve, sleeve,
roll it down,
cover up,
all gone,
all alone,
throw a stone,
break a cup ---
now I'm all grown up.
How'd you go
from Nobody to First Prize?
Who'd a guessed
that we could harmonize?
Why'd I think
you would never leave me?
Who tattooed
your heart on my sleeve?
Sleeve, sleeve,
roll it down,
cover up,
all gone,
all alone,
throw a stone,
break a cup ---
now I'm all grown up.
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No, I did not write that.
Got it from a book I'm currently reading.
It's called Heart on My Sleeve by Ellen Wittlinger.
Nice book. :)
p.s. This is a song, not a poem.
--- JM ---
