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| sendmemoney (profile) wrote, on 10-16-2002 at 9:55am | |
| Current mood: complacent Music: the starting line - nothing's going to stop us now |
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| tossing and turning in fitful unrest unable to stop (thinking about that night) and distract myself with dreams. the air, laden with the sweet smell of spring, my shirt, laden with your scent. in the end, you always left me smelling like Polo and cigarettes. in the end, you always left me. but i kept holding on, pulling you back in desperation. at a loss for words because i didn't know how i could remind you of what we had. my choppy half-sentences mirroring my head thinking one thousand synonyms for love but unable to compose them into a well-written song that i would sing straight to your heart to change it back into what i thought it was, what i know it was, that night. maybe just that one night. but that was all i needed to make you the only thing i could stand to look at, and your voice, the only sound my ears could take. ... so i wrote it and i didn't like it, i only liked the two lines i posted yesterday, but then i decided i liked it after all, so i just posted it whole, but amy's comment was so great that i wanted to leave it. that is all ... |
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forgetmenot | eee, 10-16-02 11:59pm |