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twiddle - "midnight"
Nov. 8th, 2009 09:02 pmIt was an unexpected ballroom, this darkened crowded space.
She was an accidental princess.
He did not reveal himself to her.
The slipper remained out of sight.
But she drifted into his orbit like the shyest spark of a comet's tail; he noticed, and he glowed, and she turned her face away.
When the clock started its chiming, it was he who had to leave. Too soon whispered between them - oh, too soon sighed their future selves.
He traced satin with blind fingers.
One day perhaps the shoe would fit.
She was an accidental princess.
He did not reveal himself to her.
The slipper remained out of sight.
But she drifted into his orbit like the shyest spark of a comet's tail; he noticed, and he glowed, and she turned her face away.
When the clock started its chiming, it was he who had to leave. Too soon whispered between them - oh, too soon sighed their future selves.
He traced satin with blind fingers.
One day perhaps the shoe would fit.