Mew

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you
Did I really see you or was it a dream
Dreaming that it was seamless
Not a trace of wrong words
That we have spoken
Little did we know
No bigotry no tears shed
Oh if only you'd try to be polite
Thinking you were right
Only to find that you're unkind
But ironically you will always be
Belle of the ball at least to me