I’m Not That Girl – simplified

    Hands touch,

    eyes meet,

    sudden silence,

    sudden heat.

    Hearts leap

in a giddy whirl –

    he could be that boy,

    but I’m not that girl.

    Don’t dream

    too far,

    don’t lose sight of

    who you are.

    Don’t remember that rush of joy –

he could be that boy,

    I’m not that girl.

Every so often, we long to steal

to the land of what-might-have-been.

But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel

when reality sets back in…

    Blithe smile,

    lithe limb,

    she who’s winsome,

    she wins him.

    Gold hair with a gentle curl,

that’s the girl hе chose,

    and heaven knows

    I’m not that girl.

    Don’t wish,

    don’t start,

    wishing only

wounds thе heart.

    I wasn’t born for the rose and pearl.

    There’s a girl I know,

    he loves her so,

    I’m not that girl.