Final Move

by Katie   Feb 4, 2009


I let him slip,
Right through my fingers.
What a trip..
It's the way he lingers.

Flip-flop feelings.
That's all you'll give me.
Maybe it's the cravings.
You just can't leave me.

Follow your heart.
That's all you can do.
Don't fall apart.
Make your final move.

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