The Girl Next Door

I’m singing along,

To this futile love song.

She knocks on my door,

I like her coming back for more,

I have got her number, 154.

She comes and goes,

I guess she knows.

Mysterious lovers,

We head for the covers.

You don’t know me at all,

All you do is call.

I remember times,

I could look into your dreamy eyes.

Feel the future taking shape,

Watching reels of video tape.

Am I too deep for you?

Because that won’t do.

Lying, like a broken fuse,

Feeling cold without my muse.

 

© Sean P. Ransom,  1st of March 2020.