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She
The headphones come out
Slipped on to her head
With her hair tucked back
She switches on the ipod
Music fills her
And the world fades away
The lapse of time between songs, brings her back to reality
She does not hate the world
She prefers the world beneath the shadow of music
Where she gets to dream about him
The elusive prince charming
She has dreamt about him many a times
Reaching out for him
Waking up and grasping at thin air
So she settles for music
Listening to songs which make her happy
In her own world, she dreams about him
My prince - My matthew

He
She is staring at me
But yet does not see me
Her fingertips drumming to the music
Which is engulfing her
Her eyes, open
But she is far away
A smile creeps on to her face
I wonder who she is thinking about
Lucky enought to be in her thoughts
Blessed to be the reaosn she smiles
She gets up to walk away.
I want to stop her
To hold her and never let go
She passes I do nothing
I am intoxicated by her essence
There she goes
I chide my self for being afraid
I, Matthew continue to yearn