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A Girl/ A Boy/ A Moon

January 22, 2015
By graceabelle BRONZE, Smithtown, New York
graceabelle BRONZE, Smithtown, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There&#039;s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I&#039;m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn&#039;t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I&#039;m grateful.&rdquo; <br /> ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars


A girl in a white dress
In a dainty crown
Of yellow flowers

A boy in blood red
Under a dark sky
He cowers

The same moon above them
But neither of them looks
A girl looks at parties
A boy looks at books

A girl with fake friends
A mean boyfriend
Full of exhaust

A boy with no friends
Afraid of love
A family lost

A girl who dreams big
A boy who lives small
A girl who everyone likes
A boy who doesn’t like anything at all

A girl desperate to protect herself
A boy who’s too far gone to be saved
Both craving something
To stop the pain that enslaves

A girl desperate to jump
A boy waiting to fall
A girl silenced by the world
A boy who’s never spoken at all

A girl sees a boy
Dressed in a storm
A boy sees a girl
Something light, something warm

A girl thinks a boy
Is what she wants to be
A boy thinks a girl
Is living the dream

A girl wants danger
A boy wants safety
They see these things in each other,
in a coffee shop daily

A girl tosses her hair
A boy averts his eyes
She seems safe
He seems dangerous
A hello
No goodbye

A girl after cheer
A boy after art
Two adjacent chairs
Yet millenniums apart

The only thing that connects their nights
The thing that turns wrongs to rights
Is a pristine moon
Full of passion, full of hope
Full of “soon”

They fall for each other
Through the smell of java beans
And hopes and pleasures
And the burns of lost dreams

The stares speak volumes
But their voices stay numb
Afraid of breaking boundaries
Afraid of looking dumb

Yet they return to a spot
At a corner of a block
To see each other
And escape the problems they suffer

Each day holds the weight
Of being the one
Where away from their problems
One of them runs

Where one of them says hello
Where one of them makes a move
Towards friendship
Towards safety
Towards their shared glowing moon



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