Post by oskar345 on Apr 25, 2016 10:51:20 GMT 1
The Golden Lighter
I met her in a small Spanish coastal town
she was a gipsy and barefoot in the dust
a flowering skirt and laughter.
I was 18 years old and knew with certainty
this was the love I had been looking for
dark eyes and lips slightly apart I could see
her perfect teeth, yes, she loved me too.
She might have been Juliet, but I was no
Romeo, her father, came took my lighter and
told me to stay away from his daughter.
This was the moment when I should be strong
and fight to get my lighter back or the girl.
went back onboard and pretended I had lost it.
I met her in a small Spanish coastal town
she was a gipsy and barefoot in the dust
a flowering skirt and laughter.
I was 18 years old and knew with certainty
this was the love I had been looking for
dark eyes and lips slightly apart I could see
her perfect teeth, yes, she loved me too.
She might have been Juliet, but I was no
Romeo, her father, came took my lighter and
told me to stay away from his daughter.
This was the moment when I should be strong
and fight to get my lighter back or the girl.
went back onboard and pretended I had lost it.