September 7, 2008

Lost Your Number !

Sploosh! into the puddles I go

Every time your sight crosses my mind

Feeling so lost amongst the fast cars

I jump when one honks from behind.

A girl goes with a yellow umbrella

I see her green skirt sway.

Look upwards to the sky

I feel drops on my face play.

My shirt is all wet

Walkin’ in my muddy jeans

I feel the paper with your number

In my pocket it moistly screams.

This was all that I had of you

After days without courage.

Days of wait and repentance

Took me some time to break the cage...

Sploosh! Into the puddles I go

Thinking how to reach you

The rains drenched all my hopes

The dream was too good to be true.

Faces around seem to smirk at me

The bicycle guy enjoys my misery

The water is enjoying itself

Seeing me Oh! so weary.

1 comment:

  1. Gee! Thats good!
    oh so good
    its like talent
    no one can lament
    keep up the god work
    eat food with a fork


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