Every girl has a dream of being swept off their feet by a prince charming, this is mine. |
HOW I MET HIM. Our hands clashed picking grocery It the last on the trolley We both smiled Have it, no you have it, A gentleman he let me have it eagerly With a wave, he pushed his trolley down the alley I watched him go a girly smile on my face So I hit my head hard on metal Not going for checkup suicidal So my dad said legs on the pedals I hoped on eyes on the ground passing pedals Head spinning in a way that felt fatal But the doctor was young and cute In no time I was feeling better Not sure if it's the treatment or the doctors looks I still smile when I remember his smile The sermon was so touchy Though am not someone catchy A tear or two fell on my cheeks Two pews adjacent he gazed, his eyes flashy Two piece suit, hmm! Classy! Our eyes met again and again At last we both smiled Then the sermon ended, off everybody went Pretty annoying at first His fury building up fast Everybody got him, leaving me last To understand his angry nature One time though, he smiled my way And it went on everyday Before I knew it he asked to stay Both as a boss and a friend And my heart said hurray But then I opened my eyes And kaching' back to life Then it hit me harder than I thought He was not there, never was Probably never will be Because he was just in my dream All in my head, that's all he was Just a dream! |