Sweet sixteen in sunny Southend
Having fun with all my friends
I see a girl so cute to me
I wonder if we could talk, maybe
I suck up the courage we start to chat
She has lovely curls, her hair tied back
That golden hair so firey red
I’m so mixed up within my head
Do you want to go out on a date?
I asked to her, but I had to wait
She had to go, to leave me there
I felt rejected, I could only stare
I walk back home, 10 miles in the cold
Seemed to take hours, the cold taking hold
I checked my Nokia every five minutes
Stressing myself out, feeling so sick
Would she call would she text?
If she did what would we do next?
I got ready for bed, getting fed up
She never called, I had had enough
I layed down sighing to myself
Would I always be single? On the shelf?
I cried to myself, feeling so depressed
Eventually falling asleep, finally getting rest
Dreaming of her, wishing to be close
In her arms, wishing to never be let go
Woken up, in the middle of the night
Telephone ringing, gave me a fright
Can’t even see, where did my glasses go?
I try to make it out, such a fuzzy glow
My god it’s her, she finally text
I find my glasses under the bed
What do I write? How do I start?
Could this be a beautiful depart?
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