So quiet: another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale. Another wasted breath: again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired, 'cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break out of touch out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes. Out of touch are we out of time?

Close lipped: another goodnight kiss is robbed of all its passion. Your grip another time is slack. It leave me feeling empty

I'll wait until tomorrow. Maybe you'll feel better then; maybe we'll be better then. So, what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you. This mood of yours is temporary. It seems worth the wait to see you smile again. Out of the corner of my eye won’t be the only way you're looking at me then.

Comments

Anonymous said…
i hear ya.
10/31/2007 3:45 AM
Anonymous said…
That's a sexy little post.
10/31/2007 12:42 PM
Anonymous said…
daaaan, they're song lyrics.
10/31/2007 2:09 PM
Anonymous said…
Really?
10/31/2007 2:29 PM
Pixel said…
Hahha, yup. Silly Dan.

Oh, and to clarify, while I feel like some of this is me directed at Jeff, there are definitely parts where it is Jeff directed at me. Anyway, that's why it's tagged Jeff.
11/01/2007 8:46 AM
Anonymous said…
Well, it's a nice post. Very passonate.
11/02/2007 1:55 PM
Pixel said…
Thank you. I'm glad it comes off that way because it is. It's extremely passionate.
11/04/2007 8:13 AM
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