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just a bit more regret
Asswipe
22 Nov 2003
trees age, spring to winter:
the color of our dancing eyes.
as my eardrums beat the rhythm
of her cackling laughter.
our elbows graze w/ each step,
barely a touch between, but
enough to make arm hairs stand.
chests slighty shiver
with the undoubtable belief,
that it could have been mine.
and she could have,
but could have is then,
it's all past.
she confessed desire,
and ran skateless onto an icey pond,
as i let her spin in circles,
while sitting blind on the sidelines...
laughing at the swirling air.
i had the skates to save her,
but i let her spin.
a top falls on its side,
and when she got back up,
she ran away, crying.
she never gazed back.
over the laugh of children
eyes of mud meet,
and even then,
she's scared.
scared of a new no.
but i cheer her on,
and she works up the courage,
even gets the gold.
he accepts her, she, him.
and as easily as a thought is formed,
the bond of "love", too.
and still, we lie covered on a rooftop,
watching red stars streak on black,
laughing; remembering days before
spring met winter, and the snowy bond formed.
and i hope, hope for something more,
for brown to leave brown behind,
for aphrodite's grace to fall once more
near my face, and let our bodies meet.
DO NOT LAUGH AT MY PETTY POEM! =/
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