the_day_i_fell_in_love_with_a_bike_rider australian highrise I was walking down the street one day Minding my own business When I fell in love with a bike rider He was riding a cruiser One of those bikes that remind you of The good ‘ole days When kids rode over to the neighborhood Drug store and ate chocolate malts served By guys named Stan or Larry The bike was shiny and blue and So sleek It reminded me of a cat (If cats were bright blue, so polished that You could see your warped reflection if you looked) I was watching the power lines on the side Of the road When suddenly he rode by Looking windblown, yet calm His face was the most handsome face I had ever seen (Besides the one I spotted yesterday) Sandy-blonde hair and a hint of a smile on his Sun-kissed face And I have to say, Jeans and a t-shirt have never looked That good on anyone And then (Brace yourself, it’s practically The best moment of my life) He looked at me. And he smiled At me! I swear, I had never felt so happy in my Whole entire fifteen-year-old life (He smiled at me!) He passed by me and I hate to say it But I never saw him again But, still, I was in love. Who could forget a face (and a bike) like that? I thought about him all day Dreaming about that smile My eyes constantly searching for That bicycle again Even thought I know it’s impossible I love in NYC, for heaven’s sakes What are the odds of running into someone like that? But I wished I would I really did. 060607 what's it to you? who go blather from