It’s funny how time stood still that night
She is music, perfect music
A cascading melody that shot through my heart and stopped nothing short of my soul
She kept asking me questions
I couldn’t answer
Her face
Her eyes
Her smile
The way the corners of her mouth curved back to me
I stared into space hoping to God that
she didn’t think I lacked intelligence
Or the ability to attempt a fluent conversation for that matter
I thought of words
I thought of beautiful words
Not one of them made it out of me
For she was only worthy of the best selection of vernacular
You cannot simply use standard dialect with a girl like this
That would be like substituting elevator music for a symphony
Impossible
Inexcusable
But she
In a world full of vain excuses, broken promises, and validation that falls short - she..
She was incredible
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
It’s funny how time stood still that night
She is music, perfect music
A cascading melody that shot through my heart and stopped nothing short of my soul
She kept asking me questions
I couldn’t answer
Her face
Her eyes
Her smile
The way the corners of her mouth curved back to me
I stared into space hoping to God that
she didn’t think I lacked intelligence
Or the ability to attempt a fluent conversation for that matter
I thought of words
I thought of beautiful words
Not one of them made it out of me
For she was only worthy of the best selection of vernacular
You cannot simply use standard dialect with a girl like this
That would be like substituting elevator music for a symphony
Impossible
Inexcusable
But she
In a world full of vain excuses, broken promises, and validation that falls short - she..
She was incredible
Because I really liked this girl once, you know.
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