My ideal girl
I wish I had a long,
straight, brown hair,
like yours, that flips
his world whenever i'm
near, as it sways,
caught him in a ride
to fate he could only
imagine.
I wish to be the music,
the songs you're
singing, that until
his deafness, the melody
is there audible
than night
whispers.
I wish, I walk, pose,
and it answers a
melancholic view of an
I-don't-want-to
figure in a quadrant,
a grin is there,
the hair,
your song,
you sing,
behind,
is your shadow,
how dysfunctional
I'm becoming.
---->layris
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