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Wednesday, August 1, 2007
I'm a way away from breathing these romantic words
I bit my lip, albeit a little too harshly. Words came tumbling one after another without my consent, as if it wasn't me speaking. And now, I have this nasty bruise on my lower lip. I felt eyes following the evident bleeding, and I felt like I was being scrutinized for something horrifying. I could've sworn I twitched madly, but I really couldn't remember; I was too busy being a glass window. Rain drops were licking the fringes of my hair, my sensitive earlobes, my drenched eyelashes, my chapped lips, my clothes - everything really, and hell, it was cold, and I was shivering like a mother-less puppy. But even in this state, the heated glare continued, or maybe it wasn't a heated glare anymore, more softer and aloof, blank perhaps? I really did not dare look back. Puddles of water began to form at my feet, and I ran away, like a little boy, to anywhere, anywhere, anywhere but there. Make that anywhere dry and has a non-removable roof.
A smile lingers, plays, and tugs the ends of my lips, as I jump forward
As you can see, I won't suck anyone's face just anything. I will NOT, definitely NOT, suck face for my friends. I will, though hard to admit it, suck face for a cheap oreo blizzard. See? I'm cheap. The thing is, will you be buying me that cheap oreo blizzard? Outside, I see a little boy running around and rappin on the window glasses, looking at random people with pleading eyes. I turned my back on the spot, and the warmth drained out of my body. So that's how it is. I guess that's why I'm stubborn as a rock, and stupid like one, too.
Waiting for you to open your arms and catch me.
I'm wasting time doing this, when I should be studying, or something. But I stall. And stall some more, just like that last line. In the end, I lose. Meh, it's typical, really.
I cast a maddened frenzy upon my face
and see nothing there.
I fall.
I am too lazy too mature, I just realized.
smiled at the sun again @ 7:47 AM,
