understand my language.
I hope you understand my language. There’s a woman in me that wants to know a man like you. How or why or if she knows she wants this knowledge can’t be explained until she knows it. There’s a woman in me who is ashamed to say she falls for subtleties, feels enamored. Sees a man and wants to ask questions. Knows what signs can be. Where she leads. And will still follow. There’s a woman who hides as a woman in me in order to admit she wants a man to see her.