Wednesday, March 05, 2003
error
it's no surprise that everyone likes to throw me away. kind-hearted gestures exchanged for sly glances. lipstick smudge collared-shirts turn grey and the perfume fades and when i walk with you, all i see is your back. the sideways glance now an evil eye. the cheers of joy was what we used to be, but now when i hear them they are everyone but me. scarf tied around my neck, maybe to suffocate that last choke. that nervous gulp of air i used when i first walked up to you and said hello. things are never the same.
perhaps the night sky will descend on me and black out the eyes that see too much but recieve so little.
such sad prose for such a happy girl.
¶ 7:40 PM
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it's no surprise that everyone likes to throw me away. kind-hearted gestures exchanged for sly glances. lipstick smudge collared-shirts turn grey and the perfume fades and when i walk with you, all i see is your back. the sideways glance now an evil eye. the cheers of joy was what we used to be, but now when i hear them they are everyone but me. scarf tied around my neck, maybe to suffocate that last choke. that nervous gulp of air i used when i first walked up to you and said hello. things are never the same.
perhaps the night sky will descend on me and black out the eyes that see too much but recieve so little.
such sad prose for such a happy girl.
¶ 7:40 PM
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