Make It Different

I don't know why it's called a blind date..
   but then, we meet on that day...
I acted wierd..
I was beyond a fools reaction..
With tension all over me..
  I don't know how you jugded me..
I don't know where you placed me..
    ....in your heart...
but, I wish I knew how took me..
  to a vucation...
..a vucation of fantasis...
  filled with you, me ... us..
But in reality, I did the opposite..
   So then I ask..
Can we do it again...?
  Yes tonight but not in the dark..
Can we change the game...?
  Let go to the park..
Can we make it different..?
   If I may ask...
I will be me,
and let you know how I feel...
  about you..
I will let you in,
and let you travel with me..
  to that days vucation..
Yes and this time round...
   It will be real and laud..
No more fantasis...
But more n more of realities..
   Soo please,
on my knees..
    once again I ask...
Can we make it different....??

                  ⓒ2015