Could It Be Otherwise

Star struck Fan's, giving them what they want if they can't touch you. The younger they are the softer their heart's. The mature woman knows what she wants and how. Treating each encounter as would an athlete. Taking the bull by the horns pulling it close to her face, until she See's the White's of it's eye's. Some of U.S. long for the quaint little house with a green little fence not white. I can only imagine how, getting stuck in a rut knowing the moon's in the sky. Swelling inside, eye's growing wide drifting quietly away, drifting on out to the sea.