i won't write his name on here, not that it's really significant anymore, that's ancient history... but i will say that me and him, we're still friends nowadays, not as close as we were, obviously, due to unrequited love and such.... ah well, i'm sure you know how these things go.
anyway, last night i let Will read some of what i'd written all those years ago. he said it was really good, especially for that age... you know, i frankly wouldn't be surprised if he was telling me that so as to spare my feelings... but it really isn't necessary-- looking back, i think i sucked rather badly and am a bit disappointed that no one had the guts to tell me. haha.
a song to reflect my current mood:
We never met, you and I--
we were always inside,
we were somewhere inside one another.
And I'll live without you love--
but what good is one glove,
without the other?
You only ask about my leaving--
well honey I had no choice.
So I call and (when you hear that heavy breathing)
for that sound of your voice.
But you sit there silent,
folded arms,
and look down as I walk by.
Though my face has changed, you know it's me--
you know by the stillness in my eyes.
Come and whisper in my ear,
"You're very pretty,dear,"
and "It'll be alright."
You're lying! But I don't mind tonight.
So I wander and I wander,
your absence beating inside my chest.
I try but I can't remember,
the color of your eyes,
just the shape of your dress.
And through a garden overgrown--
oh, it's a long walk home.
I said I'd not come back,
well I'm coming back--
and you'd better be alone.
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