May. 15, 2005 - 22:29
a doll's house
you've always been there, hidden among the midst, to give me an upperhand,
when times when i thought i was standing by myself, surviving by myself.
you were always keeping watch of my next step, my next breathe.
if you were visible, if i acknowledged your work,
i would have been upset.
this girl, bear, is too old and too tired to be a doll in your house,
to accept the validation of someone else,
when all i wanted was reliance on myself.
but i'm glad you were always there for me, to look out for me,
in times when i was struggling, when times were puzzling,
i'm glad you were there for me.
thank you kid.
i will be a doll in your house.
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your smile illuminates my face. i can't believe the way you make me feel standing on the street
leaning against my car
pulled over in mid-traffic,
making cars drive around us.our words flow together like a nice wine. i drink of your syllables, and swallow you whole.
i reminisce of those single moments of us together that can not compare with any others
of our snowball fights, your open arms, and warm smiles and hugs.
can i embrace you harder so that these memories never become?
three years ago, i wondered how your lips would taste.
three years present, i do not bother to fathom.
i know you true, i know you whole.
i could fall in love with you.
we would make a good couple.
you hated my boyfriend, i hated you.
you knew he was wrong, i thought i was right.
you still held me when i cried.
platonic friend, why are we just in a platonic relationship?you were always there for me, and i want to be there for you now.
p.s., i'm sorry i called you douchbag for three strait months behind your back. what?