The Plan.

The plan was to leave for a day
Flee from my sorrow
It didn’t quite work that way
Because I’m here eagerly awaiting tomorrow
I’d say I miss you but, I don’t
I want to tell you how it is
But, my words always stay stuck in my throat
An hour away
And I still can’t keep my thoughts of you at bay
A few kilometers apart
And I am unable to drown my misery in a pack of jammy tarts
I’m looking through my phone book for your number
I would call but, what I want to say to you…I fail to remember
There’s good music playing
Beautiful boys overflowing
However, all of these matter not
Because there is only one man
and after him, I sought



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