Piece of Poetry |
man sits with his friends, ciggerette in his hand he looks down at the ground, as it burns out in the sand takes a look at his world and how he chose to live looks for someone else, to her he can give she's not in the room, nor anywhere to be found he hasn't met her yet, but she'll come around he knows this is the reason for the sadness he holds its breaking him down, his story shall be told this is the story of the lonely eyes looking for his happiness, he'll go on for miles he hangs his head low so no one can see his eyes start to sag, now listen to me theres a girl out there, whos waiting for you keep your head down, and she'll pass right through she needs to see your lonely eyes gape into her you need to hear her speak, her words are pure he pays for a coffee and takes a wooden chair seat she pays for a donut, drops her change by his feet he bends down politely to help pick it up she blushes with a glance, as he takes a sip from his cup he says "the terrible sadness, why don't they realize? just stare into my lonely eyes" she stops "well babe, thats the beauty of time, your eyes are only lonely cuz they haven't met mine" his eyes filled with joy as he looked at her above ironically her name is fate, this was a story of love |