Beautiful girl in the kitchen that i want to get to know,
hair short, voice soft
all i can muster up is, hey....
drink my black pearl tea
while she makes coffee...
i'll have some later and dream.
Its my fault for sometimes thinking people
one dimensional. "Another day and still the same"
I see a little closer now.
What if i were to burst though our foam flower decorated door
and pull her to adventure,
or rather my idea of it.
oh well.
I am unreachable,
unbelievable
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