deathdocter

Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors,, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasped no more-
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly through the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Dark House, By Which Once More I Stand
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Well now that I have enriched my life with poetry I might as well write. I have a friend. I have known him since July. We just began talking about two weeks ago everyday. We like each other as friends and have an attraction. He is obviously in love with his bestfriend of five years. The other night they were hanging out and he said there was alot of sexual tension so he left. He told me this so I wouldn't look into our friendship as more than that. They actually kissed in January but nothing more has happened since then. I actually like him alot he is funny, smart, down to earth, honest and so fucking hot. I like having him as a friend. It is probually better this way so I won't get hurt and we don't fuck up our friendship. Its funny but all I do is think about him and want to talk to him. I just like being around him, he gives off so much positive energy.