Ok this is just a random thing..I write short stories,or long stories..Depending on my mood....so here:
I brush my fingers against your cheek softly.Gazing into your eyes.Searching for an answer to my questions.You seem so cold tonight and the words just wont come to my mind to tell you anything.You standing there looking blankly at me.Emotionless eyes starring into my tear filled eyes.How did it get to this point?Where we drifted apart in the one place we found comfort in together?You turning from me,brushing aside my fingers,looking into the darkness of the night.Why wont you talk to me?Here in this finally hour?When I need you most you turn from me.Cant you feel it?What you're doing to me.And the words finally come to me..A song...
"I come to you in pieces,so you can make me whole.."
what do ya think?good?bad?crazy?
