Don't own anything!
He lay looking at the ceiling. The same ceiling he had been looking at for three hours.
He didn't want to move or talk.
He just wanted to have her.
Her name danced through his head
Every hour of every day.
Why did she have to be so beautiful?
He didn't know,
But he knew he had to have her.
And because he couldn't have her
He was stuck with a ditz.
Who was,
Never as beautiful
Or as extrovert.
When he had had her,
He was in ecstasy.
She was perfect.
As he drifted along
The thought of her smile
A voice rang in his head
Bringing he back to earth
The place he didn't want to be
If he couldn't hold her, have her.
And the voice rang again,
"Dude, Kaya's here."