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This originally had 'she' and 'her'... but I changed it because this way makes me way more happy!^-^
Fingers running through his hair
He hardly notices he is there
Too wrapped up in what you say
Words confine him in this way
Stuttering, stumbling, longing to speak
But he is only small and meek
Too afraid to proclaim what he knows
They were obvious, his lavish shows
Reaching out with a trembling hand
Clinging to you, he cannot stand
You shove away, he is bruised inside
He retreats to his conscious, his only confide
Fighting the ocean welling up in his eyes
The longing he feels; today his demise
You begin to regret how you ripped out his heart
How you thought he wouldn't mind if you tore it apart
You pick up the pieces, shattered on the floor
And begin to realize that there is much more
There is more to that shy boy than you thought at first
But you've ruined your chance and he hates you at worst
He looks up at you with his tear-stained eyes
But everything you tell him seems like lies
With a hurt expression, he runs away
It's over; He'll never forgive you, at least not today
By taking a needle, you mend his heart
And place it against yours, beating as one
But they will always be apart.
 -Fleeting Infamy- · Mon Apr 09, 2007 @ 04:02am · 0 Comments |
