Friday, December 21, 2018

Another time

Perhaps
we should have met
In another time and
Another place...
I would have seen
Your smile and my heart
Would have sank
I would have giggled
Trying to stare at your
Beautiful eyes...
I would have felt
Butterflies on my tummy
And i would have shy out
My face red like a tomatoe...
You would have smile
Feeling flattered
That a silly teen
Flirtered with you...
Then my bus would
Start moving again
And you would ask me
With a gesture to come
Out of the bus
And say hi.
Too late now.
The bus drove away
And I am gone...
Maybe in another time
Maybe in another place.
This time we missed
Each other again.

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