Waiting
for my turn at window two
I
hear your voice despite the noise
Curious,
I look around
There
you are with your red shirt and your new hair color
Must
be your senses
You
caught me gazing at you
I
pretend I was not looking
But
you don’t mind at all
Down
the town later that day
Though
it was cloudy
Nothing
to be happy
You
offered a high five
and next was a buddy punch
Lord!
I can’t help it
Scream
to the world
It
was special
The
best of every Tuesday
The
best of everyday
It
was one of the best days of my heart
On
my way out at the town’s Beer Feast
I
took the exit at the west
which I happen to pass the less
Lucky
me because there you are
with your black stripes tee
and a new shoe polish
holding a mug of beer
I
am with no fear
Scream
up to the last air
It
was one of the best days of my heart
The
best of everyday
The
best of every Thursday
The
best days of my heart
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