Sunday, August 21, 2005
It felt so right for you and me
I found the comfort in your arms
Fell for all your boyish charms
My heart grew fonder each passing day
We always had so much to say
The plans me made, the visions we saw
How I thought we had it all
We are young adults
We struggled some
But we made it through
i am not neat.
neal is not neat at all.
my thoughts are organized like chinese checkers
when you bump the board:
in a random scattering of things like: why again?
and when it happens next!
until the text starts backing up the flow.
like clogging drains.
so impatiently pretending to be patient,
waiting for the moment to arrive.
i wonder will it bring some surprise,
or simple disappointment, both?
You give me good returns,
But i take it for granted..
"I want to say I love you,
but can't muster up the courage to say it.
Lying in wait,waiting to see if you..."









