If only she were aware,
Her splintered heart would be screaming in pain.
And the guilt coating your insides like glue,is apparently blocking your conscience.You see, you really are a good person.The thought seems to just accidentally slip your mind.
And you forget to tell her that maybe,When you said you wanted to watch the tears race on the window paneOr stare at the endless swirl of color, Which is abstract, but somehow oddly concrete on the barn wall,With her right by your side,
You aren’t sure if you meant anything at all,When you knelt down and asked her that question.
But you could have, of course.
Maybe you don’t want her to hold your hand
When it’s cold and the other is too warm.
You could just as easily press your hand against the window
Where I watch my own tears race.
So they would both be just as cold.
To even out the temperature So I could, in a way, make you comfortable again.I am, as always, just a very close friend
2007-03-25
17:20:07
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gabrielle
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