yellowsun17
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- Mar 20, 2009
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The last time you and I spoke, you tried so hard to make me understand.
I know now you loved me then... but I blew it away.
I believe I have been a bit stubborn, its quite possible my thickness has gotten the best of my mind on this one.
These years that have passed, expectantly acting casual.
You and I have done a wonderful job at mocking our lives.
I know, I wish to visit you, and I grip the phone with fear rising up.
Because I begin to wonder if you are alone.
I hear he spends almost every night there. Holding you, in the dreams I long to be.
I don't think I realized, the appreciation that I had for the late night calls.
You listening intentlly as I wined on the other end. I always thought you weaker, because you spoke how you feel... But now I realize you were the stones, the only part of me that was real.
I woke up this morning, walked to my car; it was your skin and bones, they were always beautiful, now mine are grey.
How could I be so blind. You were the one.
How could I not have seen what could've been done?
Now nothing is as Yellow as it used to be, now...there's just...me.
I know now you loved me then... but I blew it away.
I believe I have been a bit stubborn, its quite possible my thickness has gotten the best of my mind on this one.
These years that have passed, expectantly acting casual.
You and I have done a wonderful job at mocking our lives.
I know, I wish to visit you, and I grip the phone with fear rising up.
Because I begin to wonder if you are alone.
I hear he spends almost every night there. Holding you, in the dreams I long to be.
I don't think I realized, the appreciation that I had for the late night calls.
You listening intentlly as I wined on the other end. I always thought you weaker, because you spoke how you feel... But now I realize you were the stones, the only part of me that was real.
I woke up this morning, walked to my car; it was your skin and bones, they were always beautiful, now mine are grey.
How could I be so blind. You were the one.
How could I not have seen what could've been done?
Now nothing is as Yellow as it used to be, now...there's just...me.