Airport Shelf

I was alone on a shelf in an airport
And as you stepped in I found your face comfort
Me. In an instant I got a very sort
Of heartbeat when you put your hand on my snort

And you bought me in the
Corridor shop indeed

I was alone on a street in a city
And as you walked on the pavement and pity
Me, in a huge breathing note you could win me
And I got in love with your smile so gutsy

And you brought me to the
Casheer and paid the bill

I was alone in a world without meaning
And you got in my life lighting my ceiling
When all I got before you was boxing ring
And all my body was tight through plastic strings

You cancelled all my pleas
By giving few rupees


Jean-Sébastien Desnanot

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