Im in love with an old old man

I’m in love with an old old man,

I’m in love with an older man.

He plays guitar with his old old band,

Was talking french holding my small hand.

In the bar I was sitting all alone,

Ordered wine and some whiskey coke.

Then suddenly old old men came in.

I saw him there holding a cigarette.

Long hair, beard and different rings.

He smiles so soft and damn he also sings.

Cmon, I’m only twenty ears younger,

Shit, someone asked if I’m his own daughter.

I’m in love with an old old man,

I’m in love with an older man.

He plays guitar with his old old band,

Was talking french holding my small hand.

Took me backstage, told me stories about his town.

Said I should visit and I was in fact, down.

But then the show sadly ended,

And I was left alone, so fucking desperate.

I’m in love with an old old man,

I’m in love with an older man,

He plays guitar with his old old band.

Was talking French holding my small hand.

He took a napkin, wrote his number down.

Thought its so hot and his eyes are so brown.

He kissed my cheek, then went to a van rushing.

I stood there calm but I was blushing.

I’m in love with an old old man,

I’m in love with an older man.

He plays guitar with his old old band.

Was talking french holding my small hand.

What a shame, a musician without a name.

Told him I sing as well, felt like a fairytale.

I came back home, found his latest album.

How should I live, now it’s just another one of my problems.

I’m in love with an old old man,

I’m in love with an older man.

He plays guitar with his old old band.

Was talking French holding my small hand.

These are lyrics of my new song and it’s about a true story from yesterday.

Thank you

I do understand that this is a controversial topic specifically because of the age gap. And no I do not have issues with my father or some weird attraction to older men. I do have to admit that is is very unusual for me to fall for a man in his 40s, most of the time I even feel uncomfortable talking with them. But he was just so different. Felt like his soul is so young and full of life. We see the world and music completely the same. And while he was playing he was looking at me, smiling and friendly flirting.

Gosh, it is so weird to confess about this. I can imagine how bad this situation looks like. But I do know that he has a good heart. He was respectful and so open.

I came back home early in the morning completely drunk. I sat in my kitchen alone, staring at one point. I felt such pain and numbness. Because of a man that I’ve met couple of hours ago? How does it even make sense I mean I’m not that naive I never was.

Maybe I’ll see him again. Maybe he is in fact my soulmate or twin flame or whatever type of a fancy thing. And if it is the truth then it means I am lost. I am lost because the only person that brought so many different intense emotions is so far away.

Please do not judge. Please understand me. I am a poet. I am just a poet and I can allow myself to have no limits when it comes to love.