'met you just thrice and yet still i miss you
we talked for hours on end
too nervous to try kiss you
too far away to ask you on a date
talk about tunes and try to relate.
the first time we talked a light came on
the switch is now faulty
and the light won't dim
some may try to fix
try to put this in a positive spin.
i went to walk you home
we stumbled past café barcelona
satisfied that night despite going home a loner
english conversation class 101
stoked when you said that you would come
we sat and chatted with some local crew
Ichnusa in hand, yeah a lovely brew
we sat in your car
i couldn't read the signs
blinded by inspiration
this invitation was divine
talking till the sun came up
kisses of a dizzy pair
embrace until i do depart
life is hardly fair
coffees and pizzetta
the truth is not in a letter
a poem or a song
the truth is not solemn
as nothing went wrong
throw spanner in works
meets more than a friend
turned out as jerk
now your mind ought mend
another long walk back
another cut to heal
glad that we could talk
it was a real ordeal
heatstroke in the boiling humidity
half a world away
whether it's lucidity
or the hearts deepest yearning
that keeps all action at bay
stomach is still churning
it's the friendzone powerplay
what ever that i think i know
little that it matters
at this very moment
blood rushes to head
train of thought shatters.'
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