January 25, 2005

my soul smells like gasoline

( I say I don't have time for this- I mean I don't have the heart. everything grows more complicated, and my lenses have shifted out of focus. )

to a girl I know well (who wishes I didn't)- it makes me sad that things are this way. but if this is what you want, my voice stays silent and I move on.

to a girl I've never really met- there are no hard feelings to you from me, just hard situations between us.

to a boy I know well- I want things to be kind between us. we're allowed to cry, and hug sometimes. I want us to invite each other to our weddings.

to a boy who knows me well- I almost lost you because I'm not yet over losing something else, and for that I'm sorry. you are the smile in my snowstorm.

I find myself drifting away from the cryptic, but for the sake of privacy I'll keep the clamoring names at bay. I want you all to be happy.

Posted by samantha at January 25, 2005 02:24 PM
Comments

I love you snowstorm.

Posted by: The Holy Dove at January 25, 2005 05:10 PM

I love you pelican, devourer of the evilfish, guardian of the turtles.

to the girl who knows the boy that I don't know who knows of that other boy, but then there was this girl and that other one too... yeah, her, sorry for her... but um... to that initial person... Peace, Love, and Perestroika.

Posted by: MC Hammer at January 26, 2005 09:15 PM

Breaking of the legs!!!

Posted by: Brandon at January 27, 2005 07:06 PM