Corner Of Her Jeans (right man)

It's about a girl in love with a guy she can't get so she settles for what she can get.

She reads Sylvia Plath
Has random mood swings
But she is surprisingly uplifting.

She doesn't wear her heart
Anywhere on her sleeve
It resides on the corner of her jeans.

She fell in love with him
So many months ago
But she latched onto another soul.

When you see her smile
You feel something strange.
It just doesn't connect
She's a mystery off the page.
Take your time in looking
Take more time in touching.
She always shies away.
But she'll make you want to stay.

She reads Edgar Allen Poe
Dyes her hair to match.
The raven in the story, pure black.

She tried to bake her feelings
Ended up burning her hands.
She said is this how it feels to be dammed.

She's still in love with him
But he just walks on by
So she looks to her lover and lies.

When you see her smile
You feel something strange.
It just doesn't connect
She's a mystery off the page.
Take your time in looking
Take more time in touching.
She always shies away.
But she'll make you want to stay.

Tonight she will fall asleep
Next to the wrong man.
Pretending she is held by the right hands.

In the morning sun
He doesn't look so bad.
But she isn't happy he isn't the right man.

When you see her smile
You feel something strange.
It just doesn't connect
She's a mystery off the page.
Take your time in looking
Take more time in touching.
She always shies away.
But she'll make you want to stay.


She doesn't wear her heart
Anywhere on her sleeve
It resides on the corner of her jeans.

And if you read inside
Colored all in black
Reads the very name of her right man.

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[Eagle Cruagh]

What a mystery ? The corner of my jeans.
You will have the RIGHT man. Tonight ? No?
Perhaps tomorrow. Do you visualize him ?
The right man ? If you answer this I will create
a poem and answer all you ask.
----- Eagle Cruagh