I saw a girl and a boy
And they reminded me of us
The way she held her yellow papers
And how he played using his fingers
Her black hair, falling in front of her shoulders
As she sits with him on those large painted boulders
I couldn't hear what they're talking about
Only I can hear is the string's sound
Sitting in the backseat, with this pen and paper
I looked at them in a curious manner
Asking myself, not expecting an answer
"Are they writing a song together?"
A black bag behind her
A red bag behind him
He didn't notice the bag was slowly falling
For he's focused on her and his strumming
They moved closer, few inches apart
That made me feel flutter in my heart
They listened to a song, from her phone
I blinked, for I think I saw their faces shove
The boy looked back, I tried to hide
But I still wasn't successful even if I tried
My heart beated faster, wishing they didn't saw
For I never wanted them to stop this show
But with a saddened heart, we had to leave
And the last thing I saw was the paper she had give
He then put his strings down, and read
And then he smiled with such a need
I looked back, but they weren't visible anymore
But I will never forget them, I'm sure
For they've made my heart feel mellow
The boy and the girl by the house of yellow.
