Unsorted

And I can't help

 

 

But think why


Things can't just be said


Through the eyes of someone who wants to know


Where you don't need to speak once


And just let your eyes scream


I'm just disappointed that my best friend


Hurts me


More than I will ever hurt it


Yes, it.




It has everything in its hands


But I just wish it could make me laugh


The way you do


Yes, you.




But, for temporary comfort


I'll resort


To what I must fail to explain


Although three people know


I wanna keep it that way.

Author's Note

Warning: This material does not contain a rather large vocabulary or sorted as poetry. This is very personal and that of course I could make it into something different, I felt the words needed to be said this way.

Reviews

[RHEA CROSLEY]

You must be bright to write such a very clever intertwining piece but I must confess. What is it? I am giving you the benefit of the doubt about it. It is well it is I presume it. I mean it could be wonderful, it could be sad or it could be rather bad. What ever it is I don't know it. But your a good writer despite it.

[Vanessa]

Ah.... analyzing seems to shw something of fimiliarity for the both of us.

Healing, of course, has been attempted tonight :/

[robin]

I love the personal side of you...makes me want to run and dive in...And you have one of those riddles that the Sphinx uses to plague us mere mortals...well done. "said through the eyes of someone who wants to know" is the ultimate conundrum.

[lilain]

I, like the review before, would like to know what 'it' is but I know this is personal. I can imagine many things, but what I like is the simplicity in your words. You've got something BIG to say within your eased speech.

Well done.

lilain