I never know if youre talking to me or the wall
I mean,
sometimes you look at me
And you say things that simply break me down.
Sometimes you look away and you say
Nicole, youre beautiful.
Im not sure which I prefer.
I sometimes notice you smiling
When you watch me
And it still makes me feel gooey inside.
But then sometimes you blink
And your eyes
Your eyes
they make the goo turn to cement
And I freeze
Scared.
I dont like knives and weapons
Nor do I like unfinished stories
Or down turned lips
Can we end with the weapons now
And make a new beginning
To a smiley story
With the ending we both always wanted















Comments
but i do indeed like the last stanza so much that i can forgive your error O:
haha.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
Oh, I'm glad! :}}}}}
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