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Mon, 10 Mar 2008 at 11:55pm
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I don’t know you yet.
Not even your name.
I don’t know your favourite food,
Or which school you went to.
I don’t know where we’ll meet,
Or what the first words I’ll say to you will be.
But I just hope they make you smile.
I hope they make your eyes,
Whatever colour they may be,
Look back into mine.
And for your lips,
However soft they are,
Curl into a smile.
Maybe you’ll touch my arm to let me know.
Or maybe you’ll stare at the floor and shuffle your feet.
Maybe it’ll happen straight away,
Or maybe it’ll take time before we click.
But however long it takes,
It’ll be beautiful.
Well…
At least for a little while anyway.
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Bowers, I love the middle part with the eyes and the lips. :) The last lines seem like something I'd do. What with the extensive linebreaks between that and the bulk of the piece and the twist. Nonetheless, I like it. :)
+1
- Matt
I really like this piece... not just for the imagery, form, and stuff, though those are good (observant, in such a way that the reader can relate), but mostly for the concept. I like time... and dealing with the relationships (or non-relationships) between the future and the present.
And what Poison said too, though you have a history of linebreaks so you're not stealing :P
+1, +1!