... Eye meets eye, Heart beats fast, And I'm praying; hoping, That this moment will last. But we break away, The spell has starts to fade, As we return to our normal lives, Our realities and sick facades. This Friday is the day, The day I hope to see you again, Maybe we'll see each other, Talk? Become friends? But maybe this is just a hopeless dream, Maybe you're not actually meant for me. Maybe fate has something different in store so I'll sit back and sigh But I won't forget you, Elevator Guy That was about this guy I meant when I was working part time in my dad's office. He was working there for some thing with his school. I just made it now. I hope it's okay that I posted.
Fuck. It cut off. >.> -- Fingers slipping, Hearts beating, Fate is coming. Pull away from reality, Succumb to your fantasies, Close your ears, Shut your eyes, In this world, you'll never cry. No more shouts, no more fights, No more wrongs, no more rights. No more judgment, no more hate, No more scars, no more lies, Overindulge in endless joy, Sink into eternal sleep. Continue to count the endless sheep, Let Death's hands guide you near, your soul Death'll reap. You'll be thankful when Death is there, You'll be left in God's gentle care. Death will come, Death is here. Let peace overcome you, dear. Fingers slipping, Hearts beating, Fate is coming. -- Definitely not one of my bests. ,_,
Gunna make a quick one lol. -- There you go again, Giving me mind games and lies, Telling me about her. Everything about her, down to the shade of her eyes. And I sit there and listen, As you go on and on, And I stare at my computer screen, In the background playing, is our song. Would things be different, If you didn't go away? It's less awkward now, Now I have an excuse to chat with you everyday. This will go on forever, With me not being able to tell you, How I once felt about you, And how much I wanted us to be true. So I'll give up, and let you slip, And I swear, I can hear my heart rip, You're the first guy I truly ever loved, You were always my top. So I don't know what to make of this, but there is only one thing to name it as. Goodbye. I miss you. -- This was the guy you said was a jerk, Chloe. I told it to his face that he was the jerk and he agreed!