mini sari
Bluelighter
Only 13 years old, I didn't know what love was. I didn't know anything more than what the movies that we saw said and showed. Two years older than me, You told all the kids in school about the cutest little girl you had ever set eyes on. The little blonde cheerleader who couldn't hear every word you said, But knew by heart the look in your eyes. I off to school and bragged about my rebel boy, The one who loved the bad boy metal music and black clothes.
We were so innocent, So carefree.
Each night for hours we spent talking on our phones, You always had to speak up - But you never minded. I giggled in that cute way that you loved, You cheered me up when my skies were gray. I was so greatful to have my rebel boy, And you sure did love you cheer girl. It's funny how we even ended up that way - While the world hated us being together, Our "cliques" tried so very hard to drive us apart..
We got closer..
I remember our first kiss as if it was only moments ago. You swept my hair off of my face, I felt the butterflies.. I think we made Brittany a bit mad
*giggles*. What magic we had, Everyone envied us. They saw what they all wanted - a love tht looked past what was seen on the outside, Past the lables, Past the friends, And united as the deepest love anyone around had ever known. Jealously began..
Thanks David..
Then one day the phone calls stopped. One day we just.. Stopped. On my 15th birthday you gave me a call, First time I had heard your voice in so long that I didn't even know who you were until I looked at my caller ID. Your best friend David aka my evil ex butted in once again. I guess from there our magic began to die.
And the phone calls stopped again...
Seven months ago while my heart was bleeding, The phone rang at 2am. Who would have known? It was you. I was barely 16, You almost 18. God, Where do the years go? We got back together that night. The following day I went to the mall, Just planned on ratting around and shooting mini basketballs in the arcade. I made the ball in.. And felt a hand touch my sholder.. Spinnded myself around and became caught up in your arms. You swinged me in a circle, Everyone in there stopped and took a glance at us. My hand met yours, My lips met your cheek..
I was too scared to kiss your lips..
But wait a moment - What was I doing here? I wasn't ready for you, I was leading you on and didn't even realize it. Was I insane? Was I that mean? No.. I was trying to hold onto my innocence, In the form of your loving hand. You were deeply inlove with me, And I... I wasn't ready for your love, I was over it long before.
You adored me, I ignored you...
I feel for the one known as Joshua. Which lasted maybe two seconds, Then Robbie.. And your heart still stuck beside mine. We didnt' talk, We never ever really saw each other, But you still loved me. Two months ago you came over to my house, You pulled my best friend aside and confesed to her what you felt for me. Then walked into my room, Tucked my blanket over me and fit a pillow under my head as I dreamed of someone else.
I love you... Just not like that
And two days ago I told you finally. Do you think I'm a bad person? Am I wrong for not wanting anoything more than a friendship? Am I the bad person for not feeling our old spark anymore? Everyone tells me that I am a fool for giving you up, But what can I say? I gave you up when you gave me up the first time around two years ago. How can the world expect me to love someone in more than a plutonic sence when I can't even look at you the same way? After her... After her.. You knew I despised her.. And you went for her.. I just can't... Can't... Can't see your eyes like that.
do you still want to be friends?...
Another lonely sunday night, Nothing to do but stare off into space with an endless shower of tears and a soggy tissue held in my right hand over my heart. I had to say no more, Holding onto a single diamond of my past that I no longer desire isn't fair. It wasn't fair to you, Nore was it fair to me. Tomorrow we will pass each other in the hallway, I'll collect my books and you will wonder why I said never again. Mark will pick me up at my locker, You will stand my Christies side, And we will both trade single glances. You'll come up to me one last final time, Touch my should, and my words will spill out for the final time..
Don't touch me, My darling, Tomorrow isn't meant for you and I.
I didn't want for us to end this way, Three years of love to nothing at all. But trust me, My darling, This is how it was meant to be.
I guess you aren't my darling anymore...
We were so innocent, So carefree.
Each night for hours we spent talking on our phones, You always had to speak up - But you never minded. I giggled in that cute way that you loved, You cheered me up when my skies were gray. I was so greatful to have my rebel boy, And you sure did love you cheer girl. It's funny how we even ended up that way - While the world hated us being together, Our "cliques" tried so very hard to drive us apart..
We got closer..
I remember our first kiss as if it was only moments ago. You swept my hair off of my face, I felt the butterflies.. I think we made Brittany a bit mad
*giggles*. What magic we had, Everyone envied us. They saw what they all wanted - a love tht looked past what was seen on the outside, Past the lables, Past the friends, And united as the deepest love anyone around had ever known. Jealously began..Thanks David..
Then one day the phone calls stopped. One day we just.. Stopped. On my 15th birthday you gave me a call, First time I had heard your voice in so long that I didn't even know who you were until I looked at my caller ID. Your best friend David aka my evil ex butted in once again. I guess from there our magic began to die.
And the phone calls stopped again...
Seven months ago while my heart was bleeding, The phone rang at 2am. Who would have known? It was you. I was barely 16, You almost 18. God, Where do the years go? We got back together that night. The following day I went to the mall, Just planned on ratting around and shooting mini basketballs in the arcade. I made the ball in.. And felt a hand touch my sholder.. Spinnded myself around and became caught up in your arms. You swinged me in a circle, Everyone in there stopped and took a glance at us. My hand met yours, My lips met your cheek..
I was too scared to kiss your lips..
But wait a moment - What was I doing here? I wasn't ready for you, I was leading you on and didn't even realize it. Was I insane? Was I that mean? No.. I was trying to hold onto my innocence, In the form of your loving hand. You were deeply inlove with me, And I... I wasn't ready for your love, I was over it long before.
You adored me, I ignored you...
I feel for the one known as Joshua. Which lasted maybe two seconds, Then Robbie.. And your heart still stuck beside mine. We didnt' talk, We never ever really saw each other, But you still loved me. Two months ago you came over to my house, You pulled my best friend aside and confesed to her what you felt for me. Then walked into my room, Tucked my blanket over me and fit a pillow under my head as I dreamed of someone else.
I love you... Just not like that
And two days ago I told you finally. Do you think I'm a bad person? Am I wrong for not wanting anoything more than a friendship? Am I the bad person for not feeling our old spark anymore? Everyone tells me that I am a fool for giving you up, But what can I say? I gave you up when you gave me up the first time around two years ago. How can the world expect me to love someone in more than a plutonic sence when I can't even look at you the same way? After her... After her.. You knew I despised her.. And you went for her.. I just can't... Can't... Can't see your eyes like that.
do you still want to be friends?...
Another lonely sunday night, Nothing to do but stare off into space with an endless shower of tears and a soggy tissue held in my right hand over my heart. I had to say no more, Holding onto a single diamond of my past that I no longer desire isn't fair. It wasn't fair to you, Nore was it fair to me. Tomorrow we will pass each other in the hallway, I'll collect my books and you will wonder why I said never again. Mark will pick me up at my locker, You will stand my Christies side, And we will both trade single glances. You'll come up to me one last final time, Touch my should, and my words will spill out for the final time..
Don't touch me, My darling, Tomorrow isn't meant for you and I.
I didn't want for us to end this way, Three years of love to nothing at all. But trust me, My darling, This is how it was meant to be.
I guess you aren't my darling anymore...
