They just walk pass by me. All of them.
I think that's the story of my life.
People just come into my life and that's it.
This, my friends, is in the context of love. When I find someone I like, nothing really happens.
They are tied up or I've got so many hang ups that I think that's what they can only really see.
I think I've got the goods. Heehee. It's just that no one's buying.
So here goes the metaphoric poet.
I wish the they'd stop for a minute or two
And smell the flowers.
Appreciate its colors.
Be amazed by its beauty.
Don't just walk along the park.
Sit down on a bench and
Take everything in
Pretty soon
You'll see sparks fly and stars twinkle.
And only then
Will my life change its course.
As I sit on the bench with you
With my head lying on your lap
As long as we want.
Worst. Ok. Bye.
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