a boy waiting patiently at the train station
he lights up a cigarette
can't smell the flowers in his hand
over the smell of petrol

i don't remember what happened
when i saw you
arms stretched, bodies entwined
happy tears, nose kisses

i never did meet you at that station
but if i did
i would still be locked in your kiss

And when it rains
it pours
in that little mind of yours.
So you take your thoughts
and hang them out to dry
in the form of a poem.

Every time I try to close my eyes you're there
And I can't for the life of me get you out of my head
Or the way your curls would fall into my eyes
And tickle my face and you would laugh
And shake your hair in my face some more
And your eyes would beam with love
And I never wanted anything more
But now here I am sitting on my computer
Writing a poem about you
And you have already forgotten my name
And I'm still in love with you
Please come back.