She was beautiful
not conventionally so,
sort of lopsided
big ears
blue hair,
but
I want you to know
she was beautiful.
On a parquet floor
(waxed)
behind her closed door,
she would dance
like
Anna Pavlova.
Things being as they were
she had no one
to watch her
no one
to share in her beauty.
Ah,
but I'd watch her
aware of her
wanted her
reached out to touch her,
not much there to hold
anymore.
It was Summer a long time ago and
much more have been since and gone
she lives on,
on the floor
dancing some more
and I watch
as I did so
many times
so
many times
before.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
She was beautiful
not conventionally so,
sort of lopsided
big ears
blue hair,
but
I want you to know
she was beautiful.
On a parquet floor
(waxed)
behind her closed door,
she would dance
like
Anna Pavlova.
Things being as they were
she had no one
to watch her
no one
to share in her beauty.
Ah,
but I'd watch her
aware of her
wanted her
reached out to touch her,
not much there to hold
anymore.
It was Summer a long time ago and
much more have been since and gone
she lives on,
on the floor
dancing some more
and I watch
as I did so
many times
so
many times
before.
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