SHE SPOKE TO ME SHE WAS LIKE A SLOW ACCIDENT in third grade to look at her face she had me down on my knees in fifth -grade she asked me if i had an extra pencil, no words i said yes and in my mind i dreamed with glory she spoke to me!!! i gave her my pencil, my only one and i sat there and failed my test but she spoke to me, yes in seventh grade she sat next to me in French we both had pens, she got a D, i got an A so i purposely failed the next test in eleventh grade she was swarmed with pretty boys, I dumped her flat in college met a grown up bambi from L.A. she took me for a walk i'll never forget met in a pharmacy doing a two-eyed dance thru the aisles, she saw me peeking at her thru the shampoo's, tried to pretend i was shopping looked down shyer than that, got nervous walked towards the door and she tapped on my back then she spoke to me and never looked back beautiful straight long blond hair and a body i'll never forget she spoke to me, i listened hard, i spoke to her back i still wonder about the girl in third grade i use to dream about her and me on vacations together staring out the back seat of my fathers car on long trips, i wondered aren't i too little for this love, this passion this dreaming vision and she really never gave a fuck about me anyway i'm older now and i know its not the sound or attention in a woman's voice that makes an impact its the content , the colors, the poetic dance the laughter, the music of her soul, mind, and heart that makes it easy and thrilling and passionate for with please i speak back........ i opened the door and she spoke to me....... by broke...
Reason for writing:
true life story of heavy shyness that took a long time and
a quality of experience to conquer...
Birth sign: Virgo
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