I take my tray piled with the morsels of vegetables mixed with spices, Heading to my usual table, I’m shocked to find that you my windless fantasy are already sitting there, time to re calculate, its difficult when that stare you gave me 3 months ago is still reverberating through my chest bones.
It took me a whole term to pluck up the courage to speak to you on Friday night, It was short-lived and interrupted by another acquaintance, its hard to hate her when I’m prepared to die for her on the spot.
Back to the dingy smell of jock filled dining hall, my right eye has a clear image of you to the side, you’re beautiful in your solemnest, It’s excruciating to sit there and know that you probably think me a freak. That seal clubber looking out for fresh meat.
Your blue hoodie hides your face as you walk past me to get some caffeine. That’s it I need a re-fill, Its now or never. I don’t want to look back and regret the chance that I missed.
I speak to you, you’re polite and that smile just makes me want to drop my coffee. I turn back, Your friends sitting at your table are staring and giggling to themselves. What are they saying?
I don’t want to know because that moment made my heart twitter and float, It was worth it. Who gives a fuck.
I’m afraid to know the truth, I’d rather live with my made-up excuse. The sad thing is that you don’t feel the same even though I wish you did.
It took me a whole term to pluck up the courage to speak to you on Friday night, It was short-lived and interrupted by another acquaintance, its hard to hate her when I’m prepared to die for her on the spot.
Back to the dingy smell of jock filled dining hall, my right eye has a clear image of you to the side, you’re beautiful in your solemnest, It’s excruciating to sit there and know that you probably think me a freak. That seal clubber looking out for fresh meat.
Your blue hoodie hides your face as you walk past me to get some caffeine. That’s it I need a re-fill, Its now or never. I don’t want to look back and regret the chance that I missed.
I speak to you, you’re polite and that smile just makes me want to drop my coffee. I turn back, Your friends sitting at your table are staring and giggling to themselves. What are they saying?
I don’t want to know because that moment made my heart twitter and float, It was worth it. Who gives a fuck.
I’m afraid to know the truth, I’d rather live with my made-up excuse. The sad thing is that you don’t feel the same even though I wish you did.
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