Love Not Requited It’s a familiar evening in a strange cold land A dimly lit bar and not many but the band She was sitting, away in the third row The prettiest face in the whole of Moscow I had been lonely for way too long And the band was playing an old romantic song Should I get up and just walk over? Or get another drink and let my heart recover Was I waiting far too long? For the band kept playing romantic song With three drinks down I couldnt come around Should I ask her for a dance and a little romance? Would she say yes and give me a chance? But I kept sitting, stuck in my chair The band was now playing with all its flair Then an old lady walked in carrying crutches And said to her “Let’s go home, my sweet duchess” She got on her crutches and on her way She stopped by me just to say We are both living in prisons For our own reasons This evening could’ve been beautiful but ended blue I couldnt get up and neither would you
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 05:54:10 +0000
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