standing in this aisle
suffocating in ideology
reading words that aren’t mine
sentiments that can’t possibly express
what I want to say
what I need to say
for just a few banknotes
would a card suffice
all that has come to pass
in the story of us
can I put these tattered thoughts on papered ink
and make you understand
it was almost love for me
you were untouchable…beautifully untouchable
a captured heart and stolen glances
of this beggar and fool
all of this
was from one kiss
maybe somewhere again in time
you said when you couldn’t stay
it was almost love
it was almost love for me