First Glance, by Invisible Poet
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I sat there upon my stool
Conversing with a childhood friend
explaining the world to be so cruel
but to me an angel did the world send
at first glance
she is no more than a young lass
but her eyes trap mine in a deadly dance
and her smile shatters my walls like glass
in a few smiple words
this girl knows me better than a close friend
she sets her emotions free like birds
her happiness comes forth true without pretend
unable to interpret my own emotions
i make a hasty retreat
to have feelings for her is an unheard of notion
ah but the thoughts ring in my head so sweet
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Posted: 2009-11-03 09:21:09 UTC |
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2009-11-26 20:33:03 | suzieQ |
nice use of the word lass |