tales from across the street

hey little stranger.
it's midnight but all I'm stuck with is memory of you from across the street.
staring at nothing in particular,oh girl how you give my SA node a run for it's job.
how do you do today?could I possibly come over to say hello?

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hey little stranger from across the street.
what do we call love for someone that would never be urs?
how do we close down this very gap between us?
a good morning?a smile back?
oh thoughts and thoughts running through this mind of mine.

hey little stranger from across the street.
what if all I was supposed to do was love you from afar?

what if our very existence was only meant to be this;staring and wondering from feets away?
Love is a drug and there's me an addict.
withdrawal symptoms coming alive each time you are cities away on travels.
but then, everything that has beginnings surely has an end.
and maybe mine is you.