i should have turned around
mid-way on the street, in
the curtain of rain.
mid-way on the street, in
the curtain of rain.
your blue eyes
have got me wondering
why a boy like you is sweeping
his friend aside; to bow down
to me, pull your face close
to mine. all i see is
your black shirt,
your blue eyes.
((i get so scared of strangers))