Writing like crazy
All the spare time I have has gone to writing my sequel to my fan fiction
and of course whenever I come home, I end up spending like an hour outside with the kids in my neighborhood because they all love me now for some reason.
blah.
so much is coming up but I jsut don't feel like going to school anymore
obviously everyone is feeling the same.
How beautiful we are
just sitting here, the two of us
back to back.
I"ll swear till the end of the World
that I'm not thinking about you.
You always do the same-
but you know that I lie
and will lie about it till the end of the World
but I know that you do the same
All I can think about is how you looked at me
before we had our daily blickering.
You tell me how stubborn I am
and I say something about you being a jerk
but really I'm screaming just love me
and you the same.
I can fell you turn around and look at the back of my head
waiting for me to turn too.
I can read your thoughts so I stay as I am
and you give up.
Then I find myself, without my consent
turning my head, hoping to find you looking again.
But of course the moment passed
and I was, as usual, late.
We can't seem to get these pieces to fit
I guess we are on different puzzles.
I don't fit into what you're looking for
and the same of you for me
but we never stop to think
as we are back to back
that even though we seem to think
there is nothing we have in common
and that we are complete opposites
at least we have that in common.
and of course whenever I come home, I end up spending like an hour outside with the kids in my neighborhood because they all love me now for some reason.
blah.
so much is coming up but I jsut don't feel like going to school anymore
obviously everyone is feeling the same.
How beautiful we are
just sitting here, the two of us
back to back.
I"ll swear till the end of the World
that I'm not thinking about you.
You always do the same-
but you know that I lie
and will lie about it till the end of the World
but I know that you do the same
All I can think about is how you looked at me
before we had our daily blickering.
You tell me how stubborn I am
and I say something about you being a jerk
but really I'm screaming just love me
and you the same.
I can fell you turn around and look at the back of my head
waiting for me to turn too.
I can read your thoughts so I stay as I am
and you give up.
Then I find myself, without my consent
turning my head, hoping to find you looking again.
But of course the moment passed
and I was, as usual, late.
We can't seem to get these pieces to fit
I guess we are on different puzzles.
I don't fit into what you're looking for
and the same of you for me
but we never stop to think
as we are back to back
that even though we seem to think
there is nothing we have in common
and that we are complete opposites
at least we have that in common.