On this page
Not for Giovani Dos Santos, but he was the inspiration.
On this page
I write the words
That I’m thinking
And right now I am thinking
Of the one I love
The person that should probably love me back
But probably doesn’t because of lack
Of contact
Between us
No trust, no love
Too unrequited
From the first day I sighted him
I thought “This is it!”
But upon a series of unfortunately devastating events
I found my clumsy dysfunctional two feet
Placed in a tent
Not far from here
I found it queer
That I had been locked in
And barricaded
Like a prisoner
And for the moment feeling
Dizzier and dizzier
Until I had realised the truth.
I politely kept the truth to myself
And opened the can of beans on the shelf
And tried to tell myself
That everything would be just fine
When it was about time, to go
I found that he wasn’t there
(The one I love so)
And thought “he couldn’t have known”
Sometimes I’m prone
To jump to conclusions
So, I took my phone
And decided to call
But after five rings he
Didn’t pick up at all
I cried “Giovani, Giovani!”
And crashed into the sand
When the beach keeper told me
He had flown to a foreign land
I hear the he’s engaged to another woman
(Which I will not have)
In my disturbed mind
He will always be mine
I want him back
Never mind his age
And that’s why I’m writing on this page
