<< she put on her lipstick in the dark >>

hello again. i have a whole story to tell. this is a poem i found when i got home, not by me, it's called << she put on her lipstick in the dark. >> more to follow.

<< i really did meet a blind girl in paris once.
it was in the garden of a museum,
where i saw her touching the statues.
she had brown hair and an aquamarine scarf.

it was in the garden of the museum.
i told her i was a thief disguised as a guard.
she had brown hair and an aquamarine scarf.
she told me she was a student from grenoble.

i told her i was not a thief disguised as a guard.
we had coffee at the little commissary.
she said she had time til her train to grenoble.
we talked about our supreme belief in art.

we had coffee at the little commissary,
then sat on a bench near the foundry.
we talked about our supreme belief in art.
she leaned her haid upon my chest.

we kissed on a bench near the foundry.
i closed my eyes when no one was watching.
she leaned her head upon my chest.
the museum was closing. it was time to part.

i really did meet a blind girl in paris once.
i never saw her again and she never saw me.
in a garden she touched the statues.
she put on her lipstick in the dark.

i close my eyes when no one is watching.
she had brown hair and an aquamarine scarf.
the museum was closing. it was time to part.
i never saw her again and she never saw me. >>