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[aid] => mick
[title] => She Could Be Tall
[time] => 2005-05-20 19:14:09
[hometext] => I wrote this one more than a year ago. It was the third poem I've ever written for myself, so I know it's not good. It is also going to be my last post of any sort on here for some time. I'm taking a mild hiatus, so semi-bye for now.
[bodytext] => She came to me one dreary day, She lit up my world, Why? I could not say. “Could she be tall, Much taller than me?” I looked her over carefully… Her eyes sparkled under the April moon, I was surprised I did not swoon At the sight of her; Such a dear friend. “Could she be tall?” She asked again… “Any girl I choose would be a pearl, But she could be tall, Like my current girl. She’s great to me, As you can see. Even though she yells at me… Or never listens to a word I say… Or ignores my interests everyday… She’s great to me,” I said “As you can see…” “She’s much too tall! Much taller than you!” How can a couple not get a clue? When she’s too tall you look so weird! Its like trying to imagine you with a beard! She can’t be taller, why can’t you see? She should look much more like me…” “Like you? Like you? I don’t get it… My girlfriend and I are perfectly fit. We’re perfect for each other, Like peas in a pod. What part of that do you find odd? Just because she’s possessive, Because she’s rude, Because she’s late And always crude, Because with my friends she would never sit, Like I said, I just don’t get it.” “But she’s tall! Please listen to me! There are plenty more fish that swim in the sea. Ones who are perfect to their very cores, One whose hand fits into yours. Remember this thought and follow this line, The heart you take could even be mine…” And so she left me, with teary eyes, Too evidently promising nightlong cries. Her point was ridiculous, And I answered truthfully. My truth, however, Made me look like a bully. Her point was simple, Mine harder in reply, And harder to take, For those eyes did cry. It was stuck in my head, What she tried to say, And I never For one moment Tried to see it her way. Just then I got a call, That my girlfriend was at the mall. A study date ruined, No warning at all, And I thought to myself, “She could be too tall….” [comments] => 8 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 31 [informant] => fielding88 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 28 [ratings] => 8 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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