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"two of a kind" phase 1 - when you lay there at night, do you wonder why he is in the other room? when you miss him so bad, do you think he misses you? if you wanted to go out for a night on the town, do you think he would want to come with? do you think he wants this to last forever? do you ever wonder that you can do better? do you think he loves you like you love him? when she avoids confrentaion by galloping to other 'men', do you think its still worth it? do you think she knows what your going through? when you lie for security, do you know she is oblivious? when you lay down at night, do you know that you can do better? did you know you deserve better? phase 2 - missing then from now we all used to be one unit, a party, an untidy mess of fun. i want that back. i dont want to forget and lose the fun we had. im too lazy now, bored, unmotivated, but back then, it was always anticibation breeding on week from another. we need to have fun again. *******end transmission ::: posted by Eddie at 7:37 PM when the world is my breath, my best wrighting exhales. in my dreams i spoke of my surroundings as all life, consuming my every thought as i endured its warmth. the grass grew high, and it wrapped around my body, and it pulled me to the soil as the wind blew a breeze through my lungs. the trees swayed to keep my shade, but left the sun to show its beauty. the dandylions flew off to breed, and new buds blossomed. the man behind me was trying to tell me how to golf, but when my backswing hit, this is all that came to me, how great things are. ::: posted by Eddie at 2:07 PM the blood stains still rest on the towel from when the possibilities where too many. what if i was never there at all? would it have been my mom? would it have been heather? even a harsher fate could have fallen... harder than the fist that broke my nose. lets us wonder, ponder, let us fucking think about if one of the babies where there. what would have become of them? would they have been locked in the path of the locomotive? would they have been literally pushed aside? fuck this. mom.... damn it mom... im sorry, im soo sorry. let him loose. for everyones sake. i know we must leave him, but we cant. at the same time we fall victim to his fatal blow.... to himself. ::: posted by Eddie at 11:58 PM |
