J|B 21.04.16

I remember, you was standing on the stage.

Every girl was hopelessly falling in love,

I was among them, and you looked so strange

Explaining so fast some weird banal staff.

 

Your smile in your suit and your pace

So charming and beating Willems' Romeo.

Your look as an incredible minute in space

Or sip of an air in Matrix by Neo.

 

Sometimes I passed by during the week,

Was staring at you from the back of the class,

Was dreaming about us in smoke and in weed

Was waiting and hoping that soon you will pass...