:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Tuesday, November 11, 2003 ::

And the flowers die alone in my room.

Your hand snuggling in mine sends shivers up my spine,
Lips like rose petals brush against my neck, a peck,
Then you rest on my pecks, silky hair flooding my shoulders like blankets of clouds.
I hold you dear, like a deer in the headlights my muscles freeze while locked in your embrace,
Lace-like carresses infiltrate your tresses as my breathing grows heavy.

And the flowers have died.

Your breath dances with mine, fine wine compares not to that taste of you.
Your kiss I can't resist, pained when I miss a chance to simply see you,
Mist clouding my psyche with the beauty of your bliss, your happiness at the top of my list of things to do.
Celestial supernovas can't compare to the explosion within me as your tongue traces the outline of my ear.

The flowers sit on the shelf, dead.

High are the stakes, my chest aches, my body shakes, everytime I realize you're leaving soon, graduation the negative of a boon, you make me swoon, your inevitable departure staining a shadow within me.
Every word you say about that day, or how it seems like you want to get away hangs tears on the slide leading down my cheek.
I'm weak whenever I hear your voice.
Your choice to take a break cut me deep to the bone, dark skies drowned me, I sunk like a stone, my own self doubt tore me to pieces, but I lied to myself and the pain ceases.

And I stare at the dead flowers that you gave me sitting on the shelf, and I finally cry.
But I sigh and I try to salvage things with you, I say hi, I say bye, at least our friendship is true.
And then you take me back, and
Some fresh air I breathe, the breeze lifts my spirit,
I can hear it, can you?
Underground emotions ring true, so what other option do I have? What can I do but rejoice and smile,
It may be a while before its' just you and me, but we'll see where thise goes,
We'll give it a chance,
Heartbreak or romance,
Whether by fate or by chance,
The sun is shining,
A new bouquet of flowers sits on the shelf,
I touch your cheek,
And I hope for the best.

:: Rick Kitagawa 10:10 AM [+] ::
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