Whistling in the wind...

Oct 29, 2003 17:13

I attach my heart to a paper aeroplane and sail it through your bedroom window, your light is dim and the sweet murmur of our song plays like ballerinas against your curtain. Piercing eyes appear from between the fabric that distances the outside world from your bedroom, scathing the garden for clues. I don't know why I stay hidden, I guess human reactions to moments that involve bearing your soul leave you feeling some what embarrassed. Rain drops fall on my feet and make patterns in the puddles, the wind against my face reminds me of how warm I feel when I'm with you, and how the elements don't really matter anymore.

They say you don't see angels until you die, well if that is true then I'm living in a world where the dead walk the streets with me being one of them.
I write you a letter in crayon as I used all the ink in my pen to draw a star for everyday ive loved you. The knife is now blunt as the blade wore away carving your name into the wood of the tree that stand's beneath my window as a constant reminder that sometimes love can last.

The music fills the hall and the band begin to play, the piano starts up and everyones eyes begin to fill with tears of sorrow and excitement, to glance over and see you swaying in tune with the music makes my heart fill with a strange sensation that I only get when I'm around you. Standing at your door with my hands on your waist and your heartbeat beating so close to mine that they're almost in sync, I realise that some things in life can matter more than your whole life put together.
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