this isn't mine
just one question just one Q
this whole time as friends ive look to you
and now your about to throw it away
for someone and thing this terrible day
paint is running thin i hope for you to see
black, green, red, blue, but GRAY not bleed
do you agree with the actions you take
you pharisee with upmost sinister mistake
creep past the trusting hand of your brother
as he told himself they dont like each other
then the clock strikes 12 the kiss is made
dont you bet she wished she stayed
I found this while looking through an old accquaintences myspace. He sent me a "hi how are things" type of message today and I literally almost threw up. The last time we talked- I cried, he yelled, I felt a way he didn't, I slammed a door in his face... our entire friendship was basically over. And let me tell you, we have a very big, long, rough past together. That's why getting a message from him was so crazy. But, in reading this poem...(I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with he and I)it made me cry, it just sort of hit home for our situation. Only a select few people I know...maybe only a couple...or just one can really understand this, so I'm going to shut up.
this whole time as friends ive look to you
and now your about to throw it away
for someone and thing this terrible day
paint is running thin i hope for you to see
black, green, red, blue, but GRAY not bleed
do you agree with the actions you take
you pharisee with upmost sinister mistake
creep past the trusting hand of your brother
as he told himself they dont like each other
then the clock strikes 12 the kiss is made
dont you bet she wished she stayed
I found this while looking through an old accquaintences myspace. He sent me a "hi how are things" type of message today and I literally almost threw up. The last time we talked- I cried, he yelled, I felt a way he didn't, I slammed a door in his face... our entire friendship was basically over. And let me tell you, we have a very big, long, rough past together. That's why getting a message from him was so crazy. But, in reading this poem...(I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with he and I)it made me cry, it just sort of hit home for our situation. Only a select few people I know...maybe only a couple...or just one can really understand this, so I'm going to shut up.