Tuesday, March 25, 2008

A perfect stranger

I wish that we had met each other at a different circumstance
Like in a restaurant when I am dining with someone else

We’d brush shoulder against each other for a second
And just when you start to come nearer, I’d beckon’

You say sorry, I stare and you glance back
But then I turn and walk away and leave it like that

Because if you ever did ask for my name or ask me out for dinner
I wouldn’t know if I could ever say no for an answer.

3 comments:

aliff adha said...

just like in the movies aye.

Afifah said...

What's with you and strangers?

nabila said...

I guess you could say I have a fetish for strangers.. NOT! Lol. Pips,this is how I spend my time here: injecting people with a dose of my fantasy =P