This isn't a lonely hearts ,its me metaphorically whipping my hair

This is search for the guy that sat next to me on the 11:20 train to Kent,

I think you're jokes

we spoke for over an hour but i didn't ask for your name,

i liked your sarcastic banter and rosy cheeks

we clicked, like eating disorders on a catwalk

even though i didn't really laugh at your joke inside i felt like this

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you kept making excuses to touch me,

and tried to get me to whip my hair

i didn't notice at the time

Because i kept trying to not smile at everything you said.

you kept trying to convince me that

Lord Byron and Billy Idol are really the same person

i told you about WANG

and called you a jewhead

if you see this then you will know that im ladybyron

shalom

XXBYRON