iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
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It was almost dream like,
yesterday when I met him
for the first time.
As I stood with my hand out,
ready and waiting for his
to find mine,
my hoarse voice coaxed out
a few humble words.
His eyes met mine and locked,
his hand interlocked with mine,
and he said
I'm sorry, you said your name was Jen?
I shook my head.
My eyes traced the
outline of his face.
And then focused on
his lips.
My mind was replaying
the sound of what
our lip rings clanking
together would make.
It was as though, for a second
time just... stopped.
You are playing next,
What's your band's name?
I am from the newspaper.
You looked at me
when you sang.
Sing along if you know this.
Jen must, she smiled
when we started to play.
And all the girls turned
around to look at me.
The were probably envious.
And after they were done
playing I told him I'd
try my best to get them a spot.
He pointed nervously
to his cell phone as he asked
me if I wanted a contact number.
And so, he wrote it down.
When I got back to the office
and I made sure the
copying editor was going to run
in, and better yet, in color
I left him a voice message
and left my number.
It's been so long,
since I felt this.
Even though it seems like
rediculous high school
nonsense.
Girl looks at boy
Boy looks at girl
with huge
I want to fuck you eyes.
But it's these kinds of
feelings
that make you feel so alive.
For once there is something
coarsing through the veins
besides hate and hostility.
And there is hope
and simplicity.
And you dream of the first
stages of a great relationship.
you know, before you
hate one another's fucking guts.
The exploration stages
where you don't get out of bed.
And together you hide from the world.
And explore territories.
It's strange how meeting someone new
and looking at their smile
directed towards you,
can make you forget alot of things.
For a second, I wasn't that girl
that broke a few hearts,
or the girl who orders a few
more drinks for last call.
I wasn't the girl who
slept with her boyfriend
or her ex-girlfriend.
I was just the innocent girl
who returned the eyes
he gave me-
and it felt really great.
yesterday when I met him
for the first time.
As I stood with my hand out,
ready and waiting for his
to find mine,
my hoarse voice coaxed out
a few humble words.
His eyes met mine and locked,
his hand interlocked with mine,
and he said
I'm sorry, you said your name was Jen?
I shook my head.
My eyes traced the
outline of his face.
And then focused on
his lips.
My mind was replaying
the sound of what
our lip rings clanking
together would make.
It was as though, for a second
time just... stopped.
You are playing next,
What's your band's name?
I am from the newspaper.
You looked at me
when you sang.
Sing along if you know this.
Jen must, she smiled
when we started to play.
And all the girls turned
around to look at me.
The were probably envious.
And after they were done
playing I told him I'd
try my best to get them a spot.
He pointed nervously
to his cell phone as he asked
me if I wanted a contact number.
And so, he wrote it down.
When I got back to the office
and I made sure the
copying editor was going to run
in, and better yet, in color
I left him a voice message
and left my number.
It's been so long,
since I felt this.
Even though it seems like
rediculous high school
nonsense.
Girl looks at boy
Boy looks at girl
with huge
I want to fuck you eyes.
But it's these kinds of
feelings
that make you feel so alive.
For once there is something
coarsing through the veins
besides hate and hostility.
And there is hope
and simplicity.
And you dream of the first
stages of a great relationship.
you know, before you
hate one another's fucking guts.
The exploration stages
where you don't get out of bed.
And together you hide from the world.
And explore territories.
It's strange how meeting someone new
and looking at their smile
directed towards you,
can make you forget alot of things.
For a second, I wasn't that girl
that broke a few hearts,
or the girl who orders a few
more drinks for last call.
I wasn't the girl who
slept with her boyfriend
or her ex-girlfriend.
I was just the innocent girl
who returned the eyes
he gave me-
and it felt really great.
