Yet something tells me to beware-
Would you have played truth or dare?

Underneath that tent, in the soaking rain.
Is my overthinking- about you in vain?

A hug, An explenaition, A snuggling kiss
Instead off this wall between us, Sweethearted, romantic
Bliss.
I was only eighteen,
If you could only have seen
The missery behind my eyes,
Oh, the reasons why A girl disguises.
Would you have held me diffrent in your mind?
Held me, kissed me A little back, and love we could have find.

But then? What would we have done?
That evening, we where traumatically looking at each other,
And the ambiance to something was gone.
Directly staring me in the eyes, somehow- but I couldn't be bothered.
Explaining you, I was gone off.

Back home, I suffered quite A lot.
It's probably why I- overthink this sometimes.
Dear Mister Grumpy, would you have been mine?
You could have been, I know to well, I- never forgot.



'When I turned around to hold you,
I turn around, but- you're not there.'

(First and last two scentences, outtakes to Niiv, by Omnia.)