That Girl/Slipped Through My Fingers (Poem)

Lets be honest here, we've all felt down when things don't go our way. This is one of those instances. Originally, these were two seperate poems, but since they share the same tone I put them together; two for the price of one, if you will.
Enjoy.

THAT GIRL/SLIPPED THROUGH MY FINGERS

That girl over there,

with shiny lucious hair,

isn't standing over here,

but somewhere I fear,

in the arms of another,

who confesses to love her.

That girl over there,

the one full of flair,

isn’t standing with me,

and will never let me be.

She is beautiful,

she is wonderful.

She makes me smile,

all the while,

I fantasize of her being,

with dreams of us fleeing,

to far out places,

inbetween our spaces.

She is unique,

with an aura of mystique.

In my mind,

she is one of a kind.

But that's where she'll remain,

hiding in the deepest corners of my brain.

In reality, she doesn't know I exist,

no matter how much I persist,

and when shes pulled into greater company,

my aching heart can only plea,

that she isn't taken in by the yuppies.

From a distance, my shadow lingers,

as the thought runs into my head;

"she's slipped through my fingers".

I tell myself its over, that we'll never be,

and I see true love as a great myth.

But the thought comes back, and I wonder;

"what if...?"

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