I saw you way over there
But, of course you didn't see me stare,
I gave you a quick look, like a crook
But, you didn't care.
For your birthday I sent you flowers
I wanted a moment to be ours,
I did beckon, you gave me only a second
Whereas, I wanted hours.
You needed money to borrow
For you I felt both sadness and sorrow,
I gave you a loan, now I am to moan
I doubt that I'll see you tomorrow.
I took you out to eat
But, you showed up with a friend to greet,
No kiss on my face, only a quick embrace
As you found a quick retreat.
Our relationship found its end
I didn't have a chance for my motives to send,
You sent me text, wasn't long or complex
Which read, "I've already have a boyfriend".
Randy L. McClave
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