By Elaina
Date: 29 January 2001
Winded
I've said so much
in the last couple
of days and believe
it or not I'm not
finished, however
there are some things
that can't be recited
through a poem. Or
over the phone. I
need to look you in
the eyes I need to
see your eyes. That
way you won't have to
say anything, because
I'll just know. I'm
sorry for how I acted
today I'm just so scared
of losing a wonderful friend
I've made. Today when
we were alone I wanted
to talk to you so
bad but I didn't want
you to see me cry,
I know, I know...
you wouldn't hate me for
it...blah...blah...blah.
But everytime I got myself
composed you started to
sing and I couldn't
hold back the tears.
You know what power
you voice posseses over me,
and maybe that's why you
kept singing. 'Cause you
didn't want to hear my
shit. So if you wish it
I'll say no more.
(As you seem to
be doing) Sorry it
sliped. You obviously
don't want to hear it,
so I'm silencing myself.
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