I thought I was the lucky one
I always had a buck or two
Been out on the beach since quarter to three
And now it is almost four
Thought I’d wait until five
I promised I’d be home by six
I started home at quarter to six
He never showed, so he wasn’t the one
I bet he took flight on highway five
Thinking one was better than two
I think he said he was thirty four
But he acts like a child of three
The clock on the beach also said three
And three was nowhere near six
He thought our date was at four
He knew I was the only one
And he knew our date would be two
so why am I still here past five
Lifting my hand and fingers five
I smacked myself; was our date planned at three
What a fool I am, I could have been here at two
I knew that at ten-to-six
The watch I wore was the broken one
I thought our date was at four
I knew the clock had been stuck on four
I thought it would never reach five
Thinking this guy would be the one
I showed up early at three
Hours, and it was, not almost six.
And he was later than an hour or two
He might have thought our date was at two
The sun really burned me by four
He was planning to purchase six
Bouquets consisting of five
Roses each, then dividing them three and three
three for me and three for another one
Of those three for me he took one
Bouquet of five and leaving two
I should have come at two but I waited until six
Adding your comment:
I've had gals do this to me, in a way, in the dark past a few times. But I've learned from the expereinces. I still send flowers, but very unique ones, ones they always remember and never, ever throw away. some date back a dozen yearsa nd they still have them. Very nice write and my mind followed it as, like I said, been there seen it. 
and much love~ Desire~*~
