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dear lj
this girl is driving me wild. i don't know what to say when i confront her and when i ask her to do something with me she tells me shes busy, but i do think she wants me to see her. she looks at me and smiles this great big smile. her shiny straight teeth makes me want to feel the excitment like the excitement you feel when you go skydiving. the rush, the adrenalin going thru my vains. the pounding of my heart getting faster as i watch the earth comming closer, and the funny face you make when the wind hits your face. you know the face. the face you mak when you expect her to say no but she says yes and now you adrenlin, the pounding of the heart and the wind hits you all at onece and you look dumb.
and when she speaks her voice makes me want to stop and listen, to tune everything out, and only hear what she says. granted i have a hearing problem and i do that instinctly, but for her i don't hear nothing but her. what ever the games is she got me playing. i know i want to play it more because i still keep on chasing her, like poets trying to think of that perfect line, like the athlete waiting for that perfect play, like the photograher waiting for that one natural image. i'm everyone of those waiting for her to tell me to hit a grand slam for her to give me the line like van gou, for her to give me the chance to make that mental picture that will change my life forever.
i know this doesn't make sence but neither does my feeling right now.
tell next time we meet again lj
this girl is driving me wild. i don't know what to say when i confront her and when i ask her to do something with me she tells me shes busy, but i do think she wants me to see her. she looks at me and smiles this great big smile. her shiny straight teeth makes me want to feel the excitment like the excitement you feel when you go skydiving. the rush, the adrenalin going thru my vains. the pounding of my heart getting faster as i watch the earth comming closer, and the funny face you make when the wind hits your face. you know the face. the face you mak when you expect her to say no but she says yes and now you adrenlin, the pounding of the heart and the wind hits you all at onece and you look dumb.
and when she speaks her voice makes me want to stop and listen, to tune everything out, and only hear what she says. granted i have a hearing problem and i do that instinctly, but for her i don't hear nothing but her. what ever the games is she got me playing. i know i want to play it more because i still keep on chasing her, like poets trying to think of that perfect line, like the athlete waiting for that perfect play, like the photograher waiting for that one natural image. i'm everyone of those waiting for her to tell me to hit a grand slam for her to give me the line like van gou, for her to give me the chance to make that mental picture that will change my life forever.
i know this doesn't make sence but neither does my feeling right now.
tell next time we meet again lj