9.10.03
my story
i met this boy. at a glance, he didnt seem like anything too special, but then he spoke to me. his words were so sweet, so serene, they seemed to wash all my troubles away. then from nothing, his eyes seemed brighter than any i've ever seen and his smile could brighten the darkest of days. so we talked and we talked, and the more we talked, the more i wanted to want to be able to heal his sorrows and dry his tears. then one day, out of the blue, he said three little words that scared me when i heard them; three words that, to this day, still scare me when i hear them. and so i was scared, and i talked to him less and less, until one day, weeks after, we talked. and we talked about everything, and he then, had found someone, someone to heal his sorrows and dry his tears. and this someone could have been me, but it wasnt and now... now its the past and i think of him, every so often, wondering what it would be like to stand next to him, knowing that he would never let me be hurt. i still talk to him, and i listen to his stories about he and his someone, and i get angry sometimes, because i let him pass me by
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