She’s Not Mine


We’re out together – party again,
She’s lookin’ divine, but we’re just friends.
Should I confide my aching for more?
Risk destroying all that which we are?

‘Cos
SHE’S NOT MINE, SHE’S NOT MINE.
SHE’S SO FINE, BUT NOT MINE.
SHE’S NOT MINE, SHE’S NOT MINE, SHE’S NOT MINE.
SHE’S TRUE TO HIM.

And so we talk and laugh as friends might.
Behind a veil my feelings disguised.
She talks. I yearn; imbibe her beauty.
Desiring. Coveting empathy.

But
CHORUS

She leaves my life, abrubtly alone
In hindsight reflect; I should’ve told
of my plans; my dreams; hopes that I dared.
Painted emotion; how much I cared.

So still
SHE’S NOT MINE, STILL NOT MINE.
SHE’S SO FINE, SO DIVINE but
SHE’S NOT MINE, SHE’S NOT MINE, SHE’S NOT MINE.
SHE’S STILL HIS.

©19.11.2011 Andrew Robert Chapman


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