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the girlthe girl by ~Raychello
the boy noticed the girl
the moment she floated through
the door of the
record shop.
it was easy to overlook the beauty in
the slighty awkward way she
held herself - like she felt
out of place
or invisible
or maybe she was just shy enough
to wish not to be noticed
this was easy for the boy to believe,
thanks to the simple way she was dressed
he clothes slighty oversized
her soft brown hair, curling softly
on her back, shimmering with hints
of red in the sun
she was the fragile, teacup sort of girl,
the kind who spent her days
wondering where the sun went when i
the boythe boy by ~Raychello
It was when she looked up
from the record in her hand
that she first saw
the boy
with his touselled mop of
shaggy brown hair, worn
over his eyes to keep the
word out and
his thoughts to himself
his fingernails and the
earpieces of his glasses were
worned ragged from his
constant,
pensive
chewing;
the relentless kind,
brought on by caffeine feuled nights
and the nervous butterflies he got
when he saw something beautiful
He had that shy, musical look
about him - the kind where
you can tell he really sees
the way the grass dances when
a warm breeze passes over it
or the way the light
glimme
| Poems, photography, and a few manipulations. Comments are appreciated. Criticism is advised. |
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