You left your finger prints where they did not belong

You left your smile stuck on my back door.

You and your ghosty ways,
your not-so-subtle, wiley ways

You rang my door bell and then you ran away.
Are you gonna show up and be mine?
Are you gonna tease me, never please me 
send confusing signs?
Make up your mind. Make up your mind


Twine and brown paper lined with exotic stamps
You’re a suspicious package that fell into my lap.

Alluring and exciting, a little bit frightening
Part Pandora’s box, part genie in a lamp
Are you gonna show up and be mine?

Are you gonna tease me, never please me
 send confusing signs?

Make up your mind. Make up your mind.
Between hesitating and choosing,
 between gaining and losing
Lies the great, gray zone 
of indecision.
I’m seduced by possibility and frozen by 
inaction.
A perpetual parade of distractions keeps me right
where I am - sitting on my hands, Glassy eyed and waiting.
Waiting for you to decide if you’re gonna show up, if you’re
gonna hide.
Are you the one I want to stand beside when night 
turns the corner into day,
Day turns the corner into night?
I better make up my mind.

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