"I can't take a hint,
I'm not a genius.
I'm not picking up any clues,
I'm not a detective.
Either he's too careful,
Or he couldn't care less,
But the trouble is
I can't tell the difference.
I can't read the cues,
I'm not a scholar.
I'm not catching any blips,
I'm not a radar.
Either he's overjoyed,
Or he's just annoyed.
He may be writing the lines,
But I can't see the story."
© Girl of Nowhere, 2016.
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