veal-bucket

Uncatchable He wrote her a poem on the train back home Scrawled on the napkin the woman serving snacks gave He looked out his window and could still see her figure in his mind Spinning in the middle of the park Arms held out like wings And he could still see her dancing in the fountain. A free spirit Uncatchable, but always on his mind He has a girlfriend back at home And he loves her... But not like he loves this girl This uncatchable, beautiful girl The kind of girl you only find once in a lifetime He looked at the poem on the napkin And sighed to himself "What a pitiful attempt at being romantic Romance won't get this girl