My patience was on the brink of rotting;
Hope started to fade that foggy afternoon.
I thought he was only just a dream,
Too good to be true.”
Then he arrived, all of a sudden,
At just the right moment.
I guess I had waited for him after all,
On that day I shouldn’t have.
In my gaze, he was dazzling throughout,
Outshining the crowd’s grand performances,
While I stood afar from him,
As he sat two rows in front of me.
Then came the afterparty,
My last remaining chance
To seek after him,
Before my adoration faded into a dream.
Clinging tightly to my very best,
With the gift I held on.
Oh, I hoped he’d say it was nice,
And flash me his hopeful smile.
But the world stopped spinning,
And all hope caved in,
As Faith declared she would give him
A gift meant as her romantic clue.
All I could do was laugh at myself,
As I walked away on the steps of regret.
I shouldn’t have stayed after the party,
And pocketed my love like I always do.
