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What You Want
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Old You came to me
At my house
Sat and talked about all things under the sun
The subject gradually changed
With a considerable amount of stuttering
You asked me on a date
I was thrilled
And upset
I smiled
With tears in my eyes
And looked at you
I told you that you once said
The girl of your dreams was beautiful
She was busty, blonde, built like a brick house
Piercing blue eyes, gleaming white teeth
Everything I'm not
You shook your head
And told me that a girl like that
Was every guys fantasy
You told me that my personality stood out
And even though I didn't talk much and was usually mopey
I was the only clear image in your blurry vision
The tears spilled freely
You wiped them away with your thumb and leaned in
Then I woke up
Am I really and truly
What you want?
