when i don't have the words anymore,
i let my lips do the talking . . .
they say things like, i'm feeling feisty and
hold the mustard and i'm not coming back.
i let my lips do the talking . . .
they say things like, i'm feeling feisty and
hold the mustard and i'm not coming back.
if you know me, you know my face often speaks for me, but i'm weird. sometimes i can't hold the expression back, and other times you wouldn't be able to guess what i was thinking if your life depended on it. someone who knew me very well once told me i was "inscrutable in my physiognomy" (you'd have to know him). even i don't understand how i can be so open and so closed at the same time . . . and i'm afraid it's impossible to predict which side of me you'll get.
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3 comments:
You do have the best Asian deadpan I have ever witnessed -- all almond and cheekbones.
And this is why I need to hug your face in person!
I don't understand being open and closed at the same time either but it resonates with me.
you really have a way with words and I've enjoyed reading them, btw.
found you through Jillian. :)
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