waxing poetic

I give you my ruminations in the form of two poems, trivially titled.
You may interpret them as you please.
You may hate them as you please.

But please, listen to this beautiful piece I stumbled upon today. As you read.

An accompaniment.

Alexandre Desplat - Wong Chia Chi's Theme (Lust, Caution)

And thank you.

Sarah.

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If

If pineapples could jump

And lizards could fly

If you had no lump

Then you and I

On a pineapple

On a lizard

We could jump

We could fly

But you fly alone

O little matchbox girl

With too few matches

And too many cells

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She

She danced your way

Out of my heart

The gypsy

The ballerina 

The magician

I stood and watched

As you both twirled

On the porch of my heart

I stood and watched

As she turned 

To close the door

I stood and watched

As you disappeared into the distance

An embrace, that

Twirled and twirled and twirled.

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