Treasure Island

Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)


All day


Not every time
when I get rolls
are you there
but I wish every time
that you're there
that you look at me
that you look me in the eyes
and smile once
for the day –
because I like you
and we understand us
with the eyes
just a glance sufficient
and I do not know –
and I do not know what
I wanted to buy
want you see only again
because I like
smile with you.

When I come in
and you're standing there smiling
then time passes
and I forget what I say
just a glance
a short contact
you blushing –
I stand there
in the queue
all day –
when it´s my turn
I look at you for too long
you know what I want
give me the bag
yes, you are my crush.

Light I touch you
only very gently
when I take the buns
and give you my money
over the counter
and the earth trembles –
do not know
what I wanted to say
have lived the whole day just for you
see your smile, your eyes –
you know already
tomorrow I'll come back
wave of shortly my hand
smile dreamy
my greeting of happiness
dreaming already of the day
where I wait outside
at you dreamily
crazy all day.

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Floy Dy Ra,12/09/2013

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013

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