So many things have gone through my head, like why on earth did I lay in his bed! Those eyes those beautiful eyes looked through me and caught me by surprise, he spoke through clouds of smoke and whispered secret jokes, and looked, at me, with those beautiful eyes
We talked as though we knew each others fears, i felt like i could tell him everything as if we’d live a thousand years, and then out of no where the softest touch known to man caressed my shoulder through his hands, that whisper LET ME KISS YOU„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„,
Blew my mind like it were fireworks
exploding, lighting up the sky, falling, streaming down creating a picture SO TRUE!
At that moment energy flew through me like tiny beams of light, I CLOSED MY EYES YET I STILL HAD SIGHT, I saw your soul meet mine and intertwine, that shit blew my mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And now all i can think of is SAY SOMETHING IM GIVING UP ON YOU, YES IT’S a SONG BUT IT DESCRIBES EVERYTHING THAT ‘S WRONG, STUCK IN THIS PLACE WHERE YOU CANT SEE WHATS IN YOUR FACE, STILL HOLDING ON TO A SINKING SHIP, A REPEATING BLIP,BLIP, BLIP ON THE SCREEN UNTIL IT BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________FLATLINED AGAIN!
1 TURNED INTO 3 and a half, do the math, shower after shower and laugh after laugh! TRUE to it even when i didnt have to be, straight Girl (G) doing it for You more so than Me!
I talk about my feelings to much, i fill his ears with love and such, things he could do without so indeed he tunes them out. Blowing off the after thought and saying nothing at all, gazing through the mushy stuff and words are never to fall, from my lips but you want me to let you spread these hips. You boast about your manliness and how you live your life, she says, with all your rules and regulations you will never have a wife, he shrugs his shoulders that’s life. The love between man and woman has gone to hell in a hand basket, relationships are layed to rest beneath 6 feet of earth and a casket. Are we doomed, is there a hand full of hopeless romantics left that can some how find each other and fulfill life’s quest, or is love truly a tragic mess?