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at the crack of the whip, a scar is left bleading. this is all senseless. your recent change in attitude is at an embelishment. hurting pains ache from the one that is close. the one that cares. the ones that loves. you act as if there is no care for them, but they care enough to cry over the loss. just look. clear the frustration and see wiht eyes unclouded. your pushing everything from you, pointing blames in everywich direction. stop, realize, this is unnesessary. stop the imaturity, stop the insanity, stop the relentless assault. what you long for is still here. indeed times are rough, and true i may not know everything, but i can see that this is for naught. this may all be wrong for me to say, but i feel that a friendship that close, should not be soiled for such triffle things. at the stand of the optimist, this will be better. ::: posted by Eddie at 9:37 PM through the foliage, distant light feeds a faint glare. im staring into your eyes, not paying attention to what im saying, just what i wanted to do. just fumbling over thoughts, insecurities, but why? but all is good. we are getting there. ::: posted by Eddie at 9:25 PM the sun glared blindingly through the small gaps in the leaves. my finger tips gently curessing the palm of your hand, slowly and shyling making their way to the grooves of your fingers. lightly touching your finger tips, sliding down, and now im holding your hand. its not much, but i enjoyed every moment. ::: posted by Eddie at 1:20 PM |
