I told a friend of mine
'You have a moustache'
I was told that was rude
She forgave me.

I told a friend of mine
'You look very pretty'
I was told that was mean
She forgave me.

I told a friend of mine
'I think you're cool'
I was told that was lame
She forgave me.

While flailing my arms
I brushed her breast
I was told that was bad
She forgave me.

While regaining my balance
I fell over and knocked her over
I was told that hurt her
She forgave me.

I looked to the stars
Told her it reminded me of her
She said 'it was nice'
But she never forgave me.

She became one with soil
As boxes became her home
Unable to think outside the box
And for this I forgave her

We haven't talked in a while...
And to my strange surprise
I still wonder why I still see her in night skies,
Wonder why her face still emanate
In the shimmering shining stars.
I miss you....