A stupid boy who
reminds of the eighties;
He has gone away.

Not stupid at all.
But with him I felt something.
And we weren't on drugs.

He is beautiful,
I felt his voice when he spoke
And we didn't have ***.

I said, "I like you"
then he said, "I like you, too".
But it wasn't the same.

I made him breakfast
My heart was swollen tightly
Then he went away.