Underneath, we're not so tough.

Apr 17, 2005 11:50

It was your shoulder length hair that caught my eye.

That, and the way you didn't care. You didn't care.

You were throwing your head back and grasping your hair by the handfuls as you spastically owned the dance floor. It takes someone like you in the sea of faceless clones to make me pay attention.

Your tongue would squeeze its way between your teeth when you laughed.

The way you stared at me via your peripheral vision consumed me. We were the only two people in the room at that point.

Whisper something to your friends. Walk away.

I'll go back to being a wallflower.
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