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why was i so dumb |
we site in our chairs facing each other. each take a turn to hite one another. but this time it was not our hands that spoke but our voices that were like a hundred lions roaring with all of there might. the voices that were coming out of our mouths were full of defence and full of hatred for the others words. why we do this to our selves we will never know. so we sit there in our corners crying because of what i truly could mean in the end. we sit there testing each other to see what the other will do just to make shure that they really will do what the other says that they will do. so we site miles apart. just waiting for the others response. ready for any thing we wait. hoping and praying that this is not the end. it is folish to keep on doing this we say and slowly we inch our way back into the middle of the room and stair just waiting for the other to say or do some thing. we both have drawn blood but nuthing like this. we both laid powerfull blowes to the heart that we gave each other. realizing only to late that one day this pice will stop beating if we keep on like this. i do not know why or how she dose it but hers never did stop at least not for a long period of time. not like mine. mine did once for almost a day but it hurt to badly to know that i was leting some thing that i had so dear and so close once just simply die because i was to stuburn to realize just what i had in my hand. a pice of an angel. some say that that is worth millons just to have a hair but i have or perhaps had both. one day i hope that she will forgive or perhaps it is one day i will forgive myself for being the foul. |