Dear Drummer Boy
The way you play makes me smile
The way you bob your head to the beat
The way you glance up from the set when you scan over the small group of spectators
And we lock eyes
And time stands still
For me
I know your name, Drummer Boy
And I'm not sure if you know mine
And the man shut it all down
But I remember the last night
You asked me, "You like this song, right?"
"Yeah." I reply, shocked.
"Cool. What's your name again?" And I told you.
Now I know you know my name, if you care to remember it
But then my heart swelled and broke at the same time
As I realized
That was our first and last conversation
Drummer Boy, the man shut us down
But now I think I see you in the street
And I think about you when I hear love songs
And apparently, at 3:20 AM
And I wonder if you do the same
Probably not
Love (?), the socially awkward girl who'd always sit in the second row.
P.S.
I think I might love you
. .
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For All I Can Remember...
NonfiksiBasically this is going to be a daily journal on days it's important and also poems and stories about my life. I don't know, you might like it. It's for me to keep record but feel free to read!
