Wise to the word … September 20,2008

The boy who stole my heart.

He wore an orange hat
The boy who stole my heart.
I never had the opportunity to learn his name.
Perhaps it’s just as well.
How could he ever
Have lived up to the fantasies
Of my day dreams?
No. This way he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

He’ll never call me baby
The boy who stole my heart.
We have no past
No present
No future
Except in the fantasies
Of my day dreams
Where he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

He’s blown me a thousand kisses
The boy who stole my heart.
And on countless nights I have inhaled
His sweet aroma,
As he slept beside me
In the privacy of the fantasies
Of my day dreams
Where he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

Well, he never was mine
The boy who stole my heart.
I fell crashing down to Earth
When I learnt he loved another.
Now I only strive
To keep alive the fantasies
Of my day dreams
Where he will always be
The boy who stole my heart.

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Author: duplezwrites

I have been in Asia since early 1996, and have taught in local schools, universities and language schools in South Korea, Indonesia, Thailand, and China. I was a director of studies at language schools in China and a secondary school administrator in Indonesia. Along the way, I've been a teacher-trainer in Korea, China, Thailand, and Indonesia. More importantly, and I hope more efficiently, I've been a husband, father, and grandfather.

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