Met her the first time like a mirror that spoke back
It had a voice, and opinions that differed from mine,
But I can see right through her lies
Right through her pretenses
Because she is me
She stares spontaneously
Smiles in between silent pauses
And the glimpses causes...
My heart to flutter
Even though there's no attraction
So her fingernails become my distraction
As we sat across from eachother, drinking cups of coffee
What an introduction
Monday, November 5, 2007
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