walks like, talks like and already sold to the girl with the beautiful voice

wednesday 20th november 2002 @ 22:00

it was the gentle voice that made my head turn to the tv in the corner. it seemed familiar somehow. a glimpse left your silhouette in my mind. i thought it was you. the way the jeans hung too low on slim hips. eyes that smiled. an open laugh. a strong jaw softened by falling layers of dark hair. it could have been you. a mirage perhaps. a wish in the making. just to see you. and i wanted to watch the greeting of strangers. moving like you, laughing like you, smiling like you. but it wasn't you. and now it's too hard to see your beauty, your gentleness and know that it is not you. and that i do not know when i will see you again.

it is hard to know such beauty and not hold it, want it, own it. especially now you seem so unreal. not a person, but an object of desire. out of reach. out of my league.

i want you. but you are priceless.