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I thought I forgot you I thought I long had you buried Deep in my memory. I thought you could no longer haunt me Like you used to do so often. I thought I got over you Until your eyes met mine today, Once or twice at most and that was about it. I couldn't look at you, I couldn't look at you without bursting into tears, So I burst into laughter instead. And I suppose that you saw through my fake act. Anyway... You were there in your corner, There in your pedestal, There in your elegance Drawing something dangerously beautiful And you were beautifully dangerous. And I, I could only watch you from a distance And learn to admire you Without touching you, Without kissing you, Or ******* you. We exchanged a conversation About random things You know, like How it took me about an hour To take a proper picture of the cat you gave me, How it tragically died, How I didn't cry when it died... But I actually did cry when it died... You looked all right, seriously. There in your peaceful world That I no longer was part of. There in your artistic mind, There in your capacity to forget, There in your tendency to break promises, There in the awful effect you always have on me. So you said goodbye Because you had something to go back to. I said goodbye Even though I had nothing to go back to. We parted ways once again, Me with your drawing pencil in my bag And you, you my dear, with a piece of me Inside your pocket. I remember you once said forever, but you only lied. I went home, I went home and cried. -- Eleanor
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
A Drawing Pencil And A Piece Of Me
I thought I forgot you I thought I long had you buried Deep in my memory. I thought you could no longer haunt me Like you used to do so often. I thought I got over you Until your eyes met mine today, Once or twice at most and that was about it. I couldn't look at you, I couldn't look at you without bursting into tears, So I burst into laughter instead. And I suppose that you saw through my fake act. Anyway... You were there in your corner, There in your pedestal, There in your elegance Drawing something dangerously beautiful And you were beautifully dangerous. And I, I could only watch you from a distance And learn to admire you Without touching you, Without kissing you, Or ******* you. We exchanged a conversation About random things You know, like How it took me about an hour To take a proper picture of the cat you gave me, How it tragically died, How I didn't cry when it died... But I actually did cry when it died... You looked all right, seriously. There in your peaceful world That I no longer was part of. There in your artistic mind, There in your capacity to forget, There in your tendency to break promises, There in the awful effect you always have on me. So you said goodbye Because you had something to go back to. I said goodbye Even though I had nothing to go back to. We parted ways once again, Me with your drawing pencil in my bag And you, you my dear, with a piece of me Inside your pocket. I remember you once said forever, but you only lied. I went home, I went home and cried. -- Eleanor
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
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