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I think I was lost, The moment I laid eyes on you. How very embarrassing. I even, For a time, Tried to sing like you, Talk like you, Imitated your slight french accent. For six years, I watched you- Not like a creeper. Ok, Probably like an utter creeper. I didn't just watch, though, We did converse. Many times, Through the years. Those exchanges mainly served to emphasise Your other-ness, to show to me That manic pixie dream-girl quality of yours, Those hyper-widened large blue eyes, Which seemed always a mask, but perhaps, You were just that much the woodland creature. The Luna to my Hermione, Or the Persephone to my Hades...? I carried hope, once. Completely unfounded, mind, But in quiet moments, As I looked at you, like Peter Pan at Mrs Darling, I thought I glimpsed a kiss in the corner of your mouth, And was that my name on it? Perhaps I am foolish still- Picking over past interactions, for a thread- To pull on, that might lead me- To some hidden aspect of you, which may, Or may not exist. But you still go around like there's something missing from your life, And sometimes, I think of those old impressions, and for a moment I fancy- It might be me.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
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I think I was lost, The moment I laid eyes on you. How very embarrassing. I even, For a time, Tried to sing like you, Talk like you, Imitated your slight french accent. For six years, I watched you- Not like a creeper. Ok, Probably like an utter creeper. I didn't just watch, though, We did converse. Many times, Through the years. Those exchanges mainly served to emphasise Your other-ness, to show to me That manic pixie dream-girl quality of yours, Those hyper-widened large blue eyes, Which seemed always a mask, but perhaps, You were just that much the woodland creature. The Luna to my Hermione, Or the Persephone to my Hades...? I carried hope, once. Completely unfounded, mind, But in quiet moments, As I looked at you, like Peter Pan at Mrs Darling, I thought I glimpsed a kiss in the corner of your mouth, And was that my name on it? Perhaps I am foolish still- Picking over past interactions, for a thread- To pull on, that might lead me- To some hidden aspect of you, which may, Or may not exist. But you still go around like there's something missing from your life, And sometimes, I think of those old impressions, and for a moment I fancy- It might be me.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
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