*lights cigarette*
her eyes, the windows to her soul,
proportionate like black keys on white,
skin like a low C from a cello,
held indefinately...
in a crowded room,
she walks by with a whisper,
it's not what she's saying,
but how she says it...
the familiar tone in her voice,
the texture of the tone,
her breath on my ear,
like a gentle soul wind...
just a moment within a long night,
filled with moments,
one single note,
within a symphony...
a glance from across the room,
full of strangers,
then that smile,
she knows what i'm thinking again...
her eyes, the windows to her soul,
proportionate like black keys on white,
skin like a low C from a cello,
held indefinately...
in a crowded room,
she walks by with a whisper,
it's not what she's saying,
but how she says it...
the familiar tone in her voice,
the texture of the tone,
her breath on my ear,
like a gentle soul wind...
just a moment within a long night,
filled with moments,
one single note,
within a symphony...
a glance from across the room,
full of strangers,
then that smile,
she knows what i'm thinking again...
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i was supposed to go to brazil next week.. but im gonna put it off for a bit til my aunt has her baby.
have you been?