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KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I saw a girl on the street today
our eyes met
and they were somehow the same
both our heads turn slightly
and I struggle to remember her name
did I meet her some inebriated evening?
was there passion in those eyes for me once?
my face must've looked confused
but her face didn't
she knew exactly who I was
so I opened my mouth to breath a 'hello'
but as I did, she turned her head, scowled
and kept walking down the road
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    wow... did this really happen?
    interesting.


    and i still miss you. that hasn't changed in that past um. day. :p ahehe.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    word

    hey, do they not let us edit posts anymore or is it just me, cause it won't let me edit a couple things in this I wanted to change
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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