It never mattered when I thought of it
The words, so abstract
They held little weight
Like cheese puffs, staining my fingers
With a thought that lingers
Impossible to equate
She was the kind of girl whose pupils would dilate with every glance in a mirror
Attached to the unobtainable
Demanding to take something from the ungainable
She wasn’t just one, maybe two
An idea, more so than a creature of non-fiction
In my mind clear with the description
Of how she looked, although vague in reality
It all makes sense in the end
Since she always seemed to think
Analogously
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC
It never mattered when I thought of it
The words, so abstract
They held little weight
Like cheese puffs, staining my fingers
With a thought that lingers
Impossible to equate
She was the kind of girl whose pupils would dilate with every glance in a mirror
Attached to the unobtainable
Demanding to take something from the ungainable
She wasn’t just one, maybe two
An idea, more so than a creature of non-fiction
In my mind clear with the description
Of how she looked, although vague in reality
It all makes sense in the end
Since she always seemed to think
Analogously
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