Current Residence: The top of an island at the bottom of the world|
Favourite genre of music: Rock n' Roll
3 2 1I made it out of bed, the door,3 2 1 by theodamus
away, even nearly on time
to meet you two
years too late, but I still can't separate you and
Never will, I suppose,
but neither can you.
It should have been then, while
we still had something living to share, before
we had to share anything at all, before
we had to mean something to each other, before
it was only two
And there we were, you and me
Us three, and I don't know what you were
xcutiexprincessx69I waited a half an hour to see if you'd get onlinexcutiexprincessx69 by cool4dude
and now that you are I'm waiting 5 minutes
to greet you so I don't seem clingy or desperate.
Then you ask about my day followed by a sideways smiley face
And I make up something about a 2 mile walk-
when in reality all I did was watch back to back episodes
of Star Trek: Deep Space 9.
Then I sit back and wait because you seem to be typing an awful lot,
but in 5 minutes when I receive the message it's just the letters "L O L"
A secret code that means you have nothing interesting to say,
and neither do I but comfortable silence doesn't exist on the Internet.
So I ask you "whats up?"
and fade away into a thought bubble
where your eyes are deep brown-
like a puddle on the playground.
Your blonde curls sway in the wind of an oscillating fan-
like you were going down a slide,
And your typing fingers draw scenes
with white sidewalk chalk
of squirrels crawling up pine trees
while rain spews down on a triangle house