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I saw you around town once in a while, a skater boy with plenty of friends to spare.

I heard you sing once before i knew you.
It was at the park and it was dark out.
I was on the swings...i doubt you noticed me.

I saw you, a young man, no older than nineteen or twenty.

Long, curly, brown hair, strange in today's society but your friends didn't seem to mind.

Half black, skin the beautiful color of coffee with milk and sugar, smooth and flawless.

Taller than me, although not by much.
An inch or so perhaps.

Clean clothes, wearing the latest style as people usually do these days.

Worn out shoes, perhaps a year or two of use in them.

And with your skateboard, you stole me away.

I don't know if i realized it at the time, but i was already yours.

So many kind words, whispered from lips the most beautiful shape.

The scruff of a day or two of not shaving on your chin was somehow perfect for me.

Something about you made me want to hang on your words and somehow remember every single one.

You have what i call an angel's voice...

The kind of voice you forget until you are listening to it.

I can try to replay your words in my head...but it isn't right unless you are saying the words right in front of me.

And somehow i got your phone number.

When i first asked, it was without hope.

You seem so perfect...it's hard to believe you couldn't have any girl you desire.

Description
I saw you around town once in a while, a skater boy with plenty of friends to spare.

I heard you sing once before i knew you.
It was at the park and it was dark out.
I was on the swings...i doubt you noticed me.

I saw you, a young man, no older than nineteen or twenty.

Long, curly, brown hair, strange in today's society but your friends didn't seem to mind.

Half black, skin the beautiful color of coffee with milk and sugar, smooth and flawless.

Taller than me, although not by much.
An inch or so perhaps.

Clean clothes, wearing the latest style as people usually do these days.

Worn out shoes, perhaps a year or two of use in them.

And with your skateboard, you stole me away.

I don't know if i realized it at the time, but i was already yours.

So many kind words, whispered from lips the most beautiful shape.

The scruff of a day or two of not shaving on your chin was somehow perfect for me.

Something about you made me want to hang on your words and somehow remember every single one.

You have what i call an angel's voice...

The kind of voice you forget until you are listening to it.

I can try to replay your words in my head...but it isn't right unless you are saying the words right in front of me.

And somehow i got your phone number.

When i first asked, it was without hope.

You seem so perfect...it's hard to believe you couldn't have any girl you desire.