Thursday, December 10, 2009
As she walks past, your heart races
it threatens to jump right out of your mouth.
your legs go soft, your hands tremble and start to freeze
your world starts to blur.
suddenly the wind starts to blow and her hair is taken with the wind
you notices that she uses only one hand to keep her crowning glory down.
you wonder "why not the hand she usually uses?"
and then you see why.
her other hand is busy,
busy with another persons. Her guy's.
your heart slows down and you lose your heart
as though it fell into an abyss that was never there.
still. you cant help but notice.
boy is she gorgeous.
after all this;the time, pain and distance
you still see the sparkle in her smile every time the wind gets in her hair.
you notice her from afar.
is that her? The way she does her hair, the way she walks?
and yes. it is.
she drifts in and out of your mind when all is dark and quiet.
places, sights and sounds are somehow associated with her.
it hurts you yet makes you go on, no matter how oxymoronic it may sound.
when you're with the one you like.
like it or not, comparisons are made.
am i the only one getting this feeling of nostalgia?
I went off at
5:19 PM
