The eyes of a stranger catches my imagination, she is wearing a rather shy smile and it is driving me crazy. If a touch was to be made, my mind would bubble like a sooting bottle of Coke. I'm just wating, waiting for the connection to happen... But then again, I've been waiting for all my life, waiting for the miracle to come.
I was in this bar the other night, a darkskinned man was playing his tunes on stage and it captured my ear. But then started singing "Chelsea Hotel No 2", didn't know the lyrics and it fucking pissed me off. And it's true, I'm only shy around the beautiful ones, the ones the matter.
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