IRC-Galleria

To those of us who know the pain, Of valentines that never came.
And those whose names were never called, When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away, The world was younger than today.

And dreams were all they gave for free to ugly duckling boys like me.
We all play the game and when we dare to cheat ourselves at solitaire.

Inventing lovers on the phone repenting other lives unknown.
That call and say, "come dance with me" and murmur vague obscenities.
At ugly boys like me.