One should never give up hope and when you least expect it, you'll be surprised.
The Bouquet
For you it was just a game,
For me it was more.
you it was eventually too much,
finished recording and it hurt me very much.
Now I lie here in my room.
holding your picture in my hands.
will thank you love I never,
instead I stare at the walls.
After a year I sit still here,
quite lonely and alone.
mourn one behind, namely you.
Lasse not pure to me.
A soft knock on the door,
I get up and walk over.
The man says: "I've got flowers for ...?"
He can not read it and looks over at me.
A smile flits my face.
He is confused and looks at me,
starts to stutter, but that does not bother me.
I pull it up to me.
Who would have thought, a new love in my life,
I would never, ever believed it.
He gives me a lot, I have so much to give,
with the bouquet for a neighbor he was robbed of my heart.
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