If Only
She fears maybe that she’s just like the rest,
amused solely by simple problems
and adolescent drama.
She can imagine how he'd think it weird
of her atypical admiration
for this theatrical and insightful character,
before he even knew her name.
Her ambition to be outstanding
provides somewhat of a roadblock
between her thoughts and busy pen.
She contemplates if it would be too much
to ask for his unmistakeably talented guidance
and approbation.
Every morning
this is what she wakes for,
looking forward to that one hour of her day.
It's difficult for ones mind to flourish
when in the simple-witted company of 'her own'.
Maybe it isn’t just the academic challenge she craves,
it is arduous in its own simply trying
to gain his attention.
If only he could turn an ear
to her abstrusely poised unspoken language
and clearly read the ineffable thoughts
written across the gleaming vigor in her eyes.
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The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth
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