Mar 2013
I keep walking on the pathway that is life
dreaming of every girl that gives a simple sign.
I know I cannot have her, yet I want her to be mine
Even though we've never even met each other.
The connection, only I seem to notice it
And every evening on my bed I sit
crying like a little girl that lost her mother
And I try so hard not to bother.
It makes no sense, but there she is
on the other end of the hallway this
happens without thinking, just staring.
She turns around, her eyes, so godlike and divine
in a glimpse my thoughts and Orpheus' align.
I wish I could make you my wife.
dreaming of every girl that gives a simple sign.
I know I cannot have her, yet I want her to be mine
Even though we've never even met each other.
The connection, only I seem to notice it
And every evening on my bed I sit
crying like a little girl that lost her mother
And I try so hard not to bother.
It makes no sense, but there she is
on the other end of the hallway this
happens without thinking, just staring.
She turns around, her eyes, so godlike and divine
in a glimpse my thoughts and Orpheus' align.
I wish I could make you my wife.
The moment I laid eyes on her I knew that we could never be together.
The obsession was born and the chances died.
If I notice her first, I lose.
Too bad I notice every thing. Especially things involving girls.
(derde en beste muze, de eerste was te perfect, de tweede slechts verwarring, de derde een mooie droom en de vierde een nachtmerrie!)
The obsession was born and the chances died.
If I notice her first, I lose.
Too bad I notice every thing. Especially things involving girls.
(derde en beste muze, de eerste was te perfect, de tweede slechts verwarring, de derde een mooie droom en de vierde een nachtmerrie!)
