she was
someone that i used to know
a smile
so familiar
seen a
hundred times
the
nervous laugh was gone though
and
she was
old enough to
look
like another someone that i knew
the
flutist
from
alden
with
freckles
with
child
it took
a minute to click we stared
not a
lovers stare
not a
strangers stare
there
was something in there
something
in between
kind
but
lean
and it
was difficult to say who got there first
i think
it was me
she
thinks it was her
still
she may
be the exception
to the townes
rule
that
yellow headed women
bring
nothing but pain
if i have
to explain
if you
think that thin air
brings
fame
you
might have not been listening
but
she
never caused me any pain
all she
ever did
was be the refrain
and i did
things
to see
the smile
time and again
time and again
it was
a crush
i’m
sure
deft and demure
she
liked to show me to her sister
who
never understood
but
once got the laugh meant for smiley
meant
for good
and
that day cemented
what
could never be heard
because
the light eyes
and the
real smiles
didn’t
need the words
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