There isn't anything to say now, it's all just dust.
Here in Central station as I watch you holding hands.
I don't even know you. But I want to be you.
To hold your hand too and to tell you "I Love you"
I stand and imagine what they are going home to do.
To watch tv, to read, to cuddle. To kiss...
She wears a big flower in her hair and he wears smart rayban glasses.
They are so handsome. I wonder what drew them together.
Perhaps he saw her in the library, that dark hair and big white flower, or maybe over coffee or maybe they just walked straight into one another.
Or maybe, it was at a gig. And he just had to tell her how much he loved her loafers and she smiles and replies that she loves his boots.
I blink and the cuddling couple with boots and loafers are gone.
Day dreams are destroying me.
I think I'll wear a flower in my hair.
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