Our hands are dancing in the dark,
hypnotised by hundreds of trailers,
hundreds of chances to be here again,
with popcorn between us,
staring up,
aching for us to kiss, like they do on the silver screen.
Still, the room is silent,
still, frozen and forlorn,
as your eyes search for mine in the dark,
and our hands are old Hollywood.
Beautiful girl,
the girl next door,
the girl I love.
This is the performance of a lifetime.
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