We met last saturday.
I was so shy,
that I didn't speak much.
Later that night,
sitting on your lap,
I felt so perfect.
I slept next to you,
feeling so perfect.
Sunday morning,
I felt shy again,
didn't have the courage to look at you.
Didn't speak to you.
Now I miss you more than anyone,
I think about you all the time.
Don't know when I'm going to see you next time,
still too shy to do anything.
Well, no one would understand me,
they would be terrified.
At least, you are eight years older.
Too bad.
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