I scream the lyrics and whisper the beat. I listen to your song never on repeat, but before the last cadence comes to an end - it's just one touch to start it over again.
At times the dreams, they look so real. At times I would try and fail to feel, but I like the way you look at me - always burning with a slight intensity.
Wait, your magic has left me only wanting more. Wait, this isn't what I thought it was before, but the song's still playing, just patiently fading - never ending, never beginning, only hoping - I sing.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Drabble #6: He just stood there.
He just stood there.
Part of me knew I should do something, but it wasn’t the part of me that was going to. The moments lingered; no matter how much time was passing the outcome was still not to change.
The thrill of his prior gazes is lost and no longer. We were alone now and it seemed silly to have secrets, but awkward to speak the truth. It was over. He just stood there, as I remained seated. I was use to sharing distance glances, but this spoke of something different. Even if he wanted to, he never will.
Part of me knew I should do something, but it wasn’t the part of me that was going to. The moments lingered; no matter how much time was passing the outcome was still not to change.
The thrill of his prior gazes is lost and no longer. We were alone now and it seemed silly to have secrets, but awkward to speak the truth. It was over. He just stood there, as I remained seated. I was use to sharing distance glances, but this spoke of something different. Even if he wanted to, he never will.
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