We'd be rowing our boats
from one shore to another
We'd be on different sides
when we decide to meet
We'd be swimming or just
waking by in disco place
I'd say hi to you in Netherlands
and rent a flat and order pizza
I'd become a Master,
a degree in waiting
I'd soon become a doctor
and take a day off life
And we'd be picking snails
And snails would run away
We'd be too slow - we'd be too busy
with something else - something for us only
If only I could understand your language
i would read your prayer and ask for kisses
I would pay one peso just in case
Just to make it somehow fair enough
We'd be rowing our boats
from one s
They Say Budapest Is Lovely... by ScribbledNotes, literature
Literature
They Say Budapest Is Lovely...
She came into the cafe, ordered a
lowfat something, sat crossing legs; skirt
was short, legs were smooth and she
was all types of stunning bathing in afternoon
sunlight. Pulled a chair and sat across from
her, said, "I know you from somewhere,
you're so familiar." "I'm every girl
you never talked to," she said. "How
bout the lips?" I asked. She tapped
them, "Every pair you never got the guts
to kiss." I leaned over, we kissed for a
moment, sat back, talked about
politics, named dropped Sarah and Barack
till we both disclosed we were bored,
hated politics and politicking.
Moved on to travels, said for you to come with me to