Online Romance I Wish I Had A Window
Boy in the window! Hey. I like your sweater, it suits you
quite nice. Did you pick out the display and arrange it
yourself for all the crowds you would watch walk by? I
wish I had a window. I'd decorate it with trinkets. I
wish I had a window on SW Broadway near the bus mall. And
when it is summer you're in glasses, aviators. I sigh
when I spot you 'cause I know that you have never seen
the sky. Your hair is cut so clean that I am assured
you'll reveal it's a wig. It never ever grows, and I am
quite jealous; I'm sure you must get this all the time. I
wish I had a window. I'd decorate it with crumpled
newspapers. I wish I had a window where I'd sit and do
the crossroads for the day. You're looking dashing in
your denim, in your hand a bouquet of synthetic flowers,
never wilting. Never will these things decay. I wish I
had a window. I'd prep it early and stock it. I wish I
had a window, but I could never stand as still as you do.
My legs have a limit, and my back is falliable at most.
You're like a sergeant wearing a jacket, and I offer you
a toast 'cause I'd get demoted to general, to private, to
KP duty but you alone never falter, in your designer
cardigan sleeveless, all confidence and a blank-eyed
state.
