I Am The Breeze

by Damieka Marie   Jan 22, 2012


You can call my name but I will not come when called.
I'll wait;
I'll come when I please.
I am the breeze.
Don't call to me.
I am the breeze.
I'll sweep you off your feet,
Then throw you back down.
I'll caress you then come back and hit you in the face.
I am the breeze.
Don't count on me.
I am the breeze.

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