I stand as a brave knight
before the fearsome dragon
I softly ask her number;
No response happens
My mood much colder
than the shake she served
Before I leave, a tug on my shirt
Shyly she hands over her note
The sun hits my face out the door
I feel the shadow lift; sorrow fades to glee
04.10.08
before the fearsome dragon
I softly ask her number;
No response happens
My mood much colder
than the shake she served
Before I leave, a tug on my shirt
Shyly she hands over her note
The sun hits my face out the door
I feel the shadow lift; sorrow fades to glee
04.10.08