pandora was a shy child
she did shy things all day, like reading books, and reading poetry. and then writing some.

damon was about as extrovert as possible
he couldn't read or write, but he could play football and memorise 5 different girls phone numbers at a time.
and then he met pandora. she didn't have a phone.

pandora made his days worth living through
he tried to catch her jewel-like eye
he got his friend to write some poetry for her and another to write a love letter.
and called her when he knew she was not home. he screamed her name out when he was alone.maybe she wasn't listening

pandora was sitting alone, drawing imps up her leg with a compass
he was attempting to read some russian politician in the hope of impressing her
she was close enough to touch, he was close enough to forget
pandora looked up, into his dark eyes
she knew that the gaps in his songs and her hearts just got filled

he was breaking her mother's dining set against the walls, throwing her little sister's doll down a canal
she was trying to find narnia in the wardrobe, or at least a way out of this. then she tried to write her way out.
maybe destiny got it wrong.