love song for the mystery girl
My freshman year of College there was this girl who would always be hanging around the freshman dorm by herself. She would be on one of the benches in the lobby or outside or eating by herself at one of the dinning halls. Sometimes she would be reading but often she was just sitting there deep in her own thoughts. She wasnt' particularly pretty, in fact was was quite plain, but I found her enchanting. I felt an odd connection with this woman because I took would sometimes find my self eating or stitting alone, trying to figure out the answers to life. I saw great depth and mystery in this person that the rest of the world seemed to ignore.
I was still a virgin back then and pretty shy around women. Only once did I go up and talk to her and I was so stoned out of my mind that I don't even remember what I said, just that she was friendly and was easy to talk to.
Last night I had a couple of drinks at a bar and then started wandering around the Eastside deep in my own thoughts, when I found myself suddenly thinking of this mystery girl for the frist time in years. Had I a gift for rhyme and verse, I would write a poem in her honor. So instead, I will write some semi-poetic prose:
Oh, Mystery Girl I will alway regret never getting to know you,
There are not many things in my life that I would change but you would be one.
I will spend the rest of my life searching for you, wishing for another chance.
Wondering what could have been.
But maybe it's better, for this way you will always be perfect.
In my mind you will be all my dreams come true,
The greatest lover that I never had.
The one that got away.
I was still a virgin back then and pretty shy around women. Only once did I go up and talk to her and I was so stoned out of my mind that I don't even remember what I said, just that she was friendly and was easy to talk to.
Last night I had a couple of drinks at a bar and then started wandering around the Eastside deep in my own thoughts, when I found myself suddenly thinking of this mystery girl for the frist time in years. Had I a gift for rhyme and verse, I would write a poem in her honor. So instead, I will write some semi-poetic prose:
Oh, Mystery Girl I will alway regret never getting to know you,
There are not many things in my life that I would change but you would be one.
I will spend the rest of my life searching for you, wishing for another chance.
Wondering what could have been.
But maybe it's better, for this way you will always be perfect.
In my mind you will be all my dreams come true,
The greatest lover that I never had.
The one that got away.