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The Denim Girl In Sunglasses, Who Ponders Over Yonder.
When I was younger
I used to dream
Of the denim girl
Who'd stand and ponder
Over yonder.
Today I saw
the denim girl in sunglasses
Who stands and ponders
over yonder.
I did not speak
to the Denim girl in sunglasses
who stood and pondered
over yonder.
I may never again see that...
A denim girl with sunglasses
Who stands and ponders
Over yonder.
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hahaha yes I would be that anti-Nat girl =)
it's okay
oh.. ok. sorry.. i'm guessing, then, that u r the anti-nat girl.. so then, the OTHER natalie that i kind of know isn't, then..mk..
anyways, my regrets and my deepest apologies.. indeed.
cool
and please don't call me Nat
anything else I don't care.but just not Nat
well, now that i actually know more things..
this that you were talking about, nat, is called a 'motif.'
ty :) yes, i shall remember that advice.. and this poem...
i hope that i remember it significantly more than i'm letting on.
in reference to that first part, i actually feel much the same way. Although it really kinda smashes in the main point.. it's also kind of boring... however, i feel that the fact that the story has any progression at all while keeping that repetitiveness makes the whole idea of the poem all that much stronger. just my, personal opinion..
in any case, i wrote it right once we got back in the car, so it was completely, entirely how i was feeling.
Part of me liked that the majority of each stanza was almost identical, and part of me thought that it didn't leave enough room for the story to subsist. But all of me liked this little poem for its sad honesty, and the way the dream was incarnated, and then slipped away. Well done, well done.
That's always a mistake, man. Never let her go away like that; I know what that's like, though.
when we walked back, and i was mustering up the courage to prepare for just DEALING with my family anyways,.. she wasn't there. that pretty girl who i kind of dreamed of one day meeting - a girl with a denim jacket and jeans and sunglasses - or even just glasses - was standing, RIGHT, there, and i just let her go away... without a word. now who knows where she is, except that i saw her in a spot over 3 hours away from where i live..
i know that long distance part kind of rules out any true potential relationships, but at least to have just MET the girl..