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The Days I Met You
Contributed by
Ensis718
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Monday, 10th September 2012 @ 05:49:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The first day I met her,
I was wondering about her eyes.
They were the color of emeralds,
Impossibly bright,
And lit up the slightest bit at the sight of me.
The second day I met her,
I was wondering about her hair.
The strands were messy with waves
And wayward strands,
Untamable with its thick auburn tresses
And yet she still made it work.
The third day I met her,
I was wondering about her skin.
It was such an unhealthy,
Pale shade,
The veins visible in some parts of it's surface.
The fourth day I met her,
I was wondering about her mouth
(As creepy as that may sound.)
She incorporated it to make large
Cheshire grins
Whenever she was amused,
To reply with a cryptic little smile
To questions and comments afterwards left unanswered,
And an unshaped line
When bored or
In one of her mellow or
Sour moods.
The fifth day I met her,
I was wondering about her hands.
Tiny little scars were scattered
All over the backs of her hands
And the tops of her wrists.
They were small and petite,
Small digits graceful
And capable of dexterity.
(The truth was, I always wanted to see how they would feel against my face.)
The sixth day I met her,
I wondered about her voice.
It was a sort of mezzo-soprano,
The tone mellow and somewhat soft,
Reminiscent of her natural shyness
(Despite the fact she could be rather passive aggressive when annoyed).
Skipping forward
To a time
Of after all those times,
The four-hundred-and-fifty-fourth day I met her,
I did what I finally wanted to do.
I asked her to run away with me.
She—You—only smiled at me
That cryptic little smile
She was rather fond of doing
As of late.
The four-hundred-and-fifty-fifth day I went to meet you,
You weren't there.
And I understood why.
I knew,
For as long as I knew you,
That what I felt was one-sided.
You went along with it all,
Kept on dutifully being there
When I needed you the most.
But I understood
That this was your answer.
Disappointed as I was,
And growing ever more worse
With the days that you weren't there,
I eventually stopped going,
Knowing that I would never see you again.
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Ensis718
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2012-09-10 17:49:26]
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Re: The Days I Met You
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by shelby on
Monday, 10th September 2012 @ 06:17:36 PM AEST
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Touching write, nice images you created here. Ending sad though:( made me shed a tear but poetry is supposed to make the reader feel I did.
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Re: The Days I Met You
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 15th September 2012 @ 05:43:43 AM AEST
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| I really like it. Great job! |
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