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It started when she said Hello Over forty years ago. She was the only one to do so I suppose. My heart was twanged And I wanted her so bad. Still it pains me so today, I couldn’t find the words to say. All I got was unrequited-love sick blues. I couldn’t eat a thing For weeks on end. At a party she sat alone, Seemingly aloof, ‘Til someone else stepped in... Hindsight says she didn’t like me anyway: She criticised my teenage spots And the way I danced. I wasted so much time on her, Spurning others for my senseless crush. Giving up only when her long distance boyfriend appeared. Since then I’ve always guarded Against getting emotionally involved Before being socially involved. It has been said that I’m aloof, Staying on the fringe, Avoiding commitment. You have to take that risk They say, There is no other way. I’ve seen the pain that “Love” can bring, Romantic songs I will not sing. I’d rather stay here on the shelf, Peacefully living with myself. Paul Butters
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
First Love
It started when she said Hello Over forty years ago. She was the only one to do so I suppose. My heart was twanged And I wanted her so bad. Still it pains me so today, I couldn’t find the words to say. All I got was unrequited-love sick blues. I couldn’t eat a thing For weeks on end. At a party she sat alone, Seemingly aloof, ‘Til someone else stepped in... Hindsight says she didn’t like me anyway: She criticised my teenage spots And the way I danced. I wasted so much time on her, Spurning others for my senseless crush. Giving up only when her long distance boyfriend appeared. Since then I’ve always guarded Against getting emotionally involved Before being socially involved. It has been said that I’m aloof, Staying on the fringe, Avoiding commitment. You have to take that risk They say, There is no other way. I’ve seen the pain that “Love” can bring, Romantic songs I will not sing. I’d rather stay here on the shelf, Peacefully living with myself. Paul Butters
A rare exploration of my personal feelings.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
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