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jayne

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Monday Dec 01, 2003

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My breath turns into fog as it falls from my mouth and rises into the night air haloing my head before disappearing into the darkness above. I sit at the quiet bus stop and wonder where you are. The chill air on my face turns my cheeks a rosey red, and the bus, I knew was a long way off yet, had yet to manifest itself before me. The longing blue of your eyes is forever burned into my mind, and your stare I cannot shake. My heart longs for your company, and yet I know this is impossible. The thoughts hovering in my head do not ease the pain that aches in my chest. The lonely night tears through my thick wool coat, but I hardly notice. I check my watch realizing its still early, the night has already fallen, but its only twenty-three minutes and thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six thirty-seven seconds past five. My thoughts drift back to your face, and your smile so warm. Your heart aches too, and the scars you bear tell stories beyond comprehension. When I saw you last, you held me close. I wanted to crawl inside and stay for the winter, I wanted to hide somewhere deep inside your mind, and disappearI lost myself in your eyes that night..
.The engine of the approaching bus shakes me from my dream, it stops in front of me and I board without thought. As the city lights fade behind me, my thoughts turn to the lonely house that awaits my arrival. The empty chairs and the cold bedroom..and no you
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
enzo525:
Thanks for the Happy Birthday. biggrin
Dec 1, 2003
dereknobbs:
Yes house cleaning. I need to make more money so I can hire a made named Helga. Better yet I shouldn't live with people who aren't on my level of clean and consideration.
Yes I think that would be the best idea. No more open pens left open on my red couch.
Dec 3, 2003

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