Post by Suerte on Mar 3, 2008 3:05:58 GMT -5
Dream inspired
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I don't know what to tell you anymore, we've tried the honesty thing. Needless to say that didnt work, and lying didn't work any better either. I don't know what you want from me, you say friends, ok I can do friends. Where we go from here, I'm really not sure. I know what I want, and I know you want it to. But you don't awknowledge it, at least not infront of me. So I pretend for your sake as I do for everything that I don't know. But I can only hold it in so long.
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So this is where we are now huh? Quiet looks and soft touches, endless stares and toothy smiles. You still think I don't know. But moments like these...they let me believe I can die now and be happy.But I'm starting to want more. Is that so selfish? But sometimes, I think you feel the same way. I mean it's not out of the question at least not anymore.So there's some hope...No there is, I know there is. I've seen you look at me. I've seen just how you look at me, and I know just what that look means. But until you work up the courage to stop looking and do something. I'll just sit here, wait, and look back.
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We're talking again now, and I realize just how good it is to have you back. I've missed us hanging out together, I've missed you period. Tomorrow we can talk again, but I see how your glancing subtly at me , telling me your tired. I smile, letting you know, that I know. "G'night Then" I whisper out, and briefly wrap my arms around you. As I get up to leave I can physically feel your eyes practically burning a hole in my back.
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The bed your mother made meis not comfortable. It appears that she has also sabatouged it. I sleep very little complements of the remote digging into the small of my back. Yet I also feel completly and absolutly rested.Maybe it's your aura, or maybe it's knowing your only about twenty feet away. With a small spring in my step, I head for the kitchen.
So I grab a glass of milk from your fridge, sit at the breakfast nook and wait. A million little thoughts running through my head, all at once. Till I hear your footsteps, and now only one thoughts reigns free. Wow do you look good in the morning. You to grab a glass of milk, and sit yourself beside me. These out-of-the-corner of my eye glances i've been giving you are getting very old. So I turn to say something to you. Something interesting, fascinating, something intelligent, even just proper english. But your looking at me and suddenly I'm at a loss for words.
I remind myself to breathe, to fill myself with air. But your eyes are burning with passion and I know they are searching mine. I try and say your name and break the silence, but all that comes out is air. I'm just breathing your name and it doesn't even matter anymore. While I'd struggled for words, you'd closed the distance. I don't even know how to breathe with your lips on mine. Your kissing me and it's hard and perfect, soft and scary.
It's better than I could have hoped, and scarier than I could have imagined. It's over before I barely knew it began, because it was over as fast as it began.
With a faint smile playing on the lips that just connected with my own, you start sipping at your drink.
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I don't know what to tell you anymore, we've tried the honesty thing. Needless to say that didnt work, and lying didn't work any better either. I don't know what you want from me, you say friends, ok I can do friends. Where we go from here, I'm really not sure. I know what I want, and I know you want it to. But you don't awknowledge it, at least not infront of me. So I pretend for your sake as I do for everything that I don't know. But I can only hold it in so long.
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So this is where we are now huh? Quiet looks and soft touches, endless stares and toothy smiles. You still think I don't know. But moments like these...they let me believe I can die now and be happy.But I'm starting to want more. Is that so selfish? But sometimes, I think you feel the same way. I mean it's not out of the question at least not anymore.So there's some hope...No there is, I know there is. I've seen you look at me. I've seen just how you look at me, and I know just what that look means. But until you work up the courage to stop looking and do something. I'll just sit here, wait, and look back.
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We're talking again now, and I realize just how good it is to have you back. I've missed us hanging out together, I've missed you period. Tomorrow we can talk again, but I see how your glancing subtly at me , telling me your tired. I smile, letting you know, that I know. "G'night Then" I whisper out, and briefly wrap my arms around you. As I get up to leave I can physically feel your eyes practically burning a hole in my back.
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The bed your mother made meis not comfortable. It appears that she has also sabatouged it. I sleep very little complements of the remote digging into the small of my back. Yet I also feel completly and absolutly rested.Maybe it's your aura, or maybe it's knowing your only about twenty feet away. With a small spring in my step, I head for the kitchen.
So I grab a glass of milk from your fridge, sit at the breakfast nook and wait. A million little thoughts running through my head, all at once. Till I hear your footsteps, and now only one thoughts reigns free. Wow do you look good in the morning. You to grab a glass of milk, and sit yourself beside me. These out-of-the-corner of my eye glances i've been giving you are getting very old. So I turn to say something to you. Something interesting, fascinating, something intelligent, even just proper english. But your looking at me and suddenly I'm at a loss for words.
I remind myself to breathe, to fill myself with air. But your eyes are burning with passion and I know they are searching mine. I try and say your name and break the silence, but all that comes out is air. I'm just breathing your name and it doesn't even matter anymore. While I'd struggled for words, you'd closed the distance. I don't even know how to breathe with your lips on mine. Your kissing me and it's hard and perfect, soft and scary.
It's better than I could have hoped, and scarier than I could have imagined. It's over before I barely knew it began, because it was over as fast as it began.
With a faint smile playing on the lips that just connected with my own, you start sipping at your drink.
