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Oct 2010
Your fingers calloused
Thick, from steel strings
Six, if strummed lightly
Gently,
Reverberate, echo
Through my heavy head
I daydream silently
Listening to your twisted insides
Listening to you sing
“jealousy is a strange disease”
Im always at your side
Secretly wishing to be sewn to you
You picked me.
I daydream our secret memories
To when we realized what was real
When we sprinted, undetected
Chasing eachother
Through trees and quiet streets
All you could hear was the thudding
Of our bare feet
From the dazzling night
Into the misty, unearthly dawn
Back to reality
We never grew tired
When spirits pumped through our veins
Laughter caught in our throats
When you said
“you are always on my mind..”
Time was so rare, then
And now it has run dry
I really see you, now
Your puppy eyes
Seeing through me softly
And mine, open wide
Piercing yours, in silence
Stolen moments
Are now only
Secret memories
And now,
When I hear you sing that song
See your fingers slide, heavily
When your eyes flick to mine
Im no longer a believer,
In fate.
TheGirl
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TheGirl
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   Colleen Maher
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