Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I recall the first time I met you.
It was the night of my last great party.
A night that I cannot forget,
since our innocence was stolen three days later.
As I sat on that couch, across from you,
you looked at me, then looked away.
A certain fact that there was something...
evident between us.
So I continued to sit there, smoked out,
waiting for someone. Someone that you
hoped didn't exist.
We arrived earlier than you,
thus, your hope still stayed
alive.
The night continued,
as you and your friends,
my new-found friends,
enjoyed the bliss that
was spreading.
As I sat there, with the one person
you didn't want me to be with,
your back turned to what was
happening behind you.
Perhaps you didn't want to know,
or were afraid of some sort of
confrontation.
So, you sat...until...
Jesse and yourself,
Kept me in stitches,
with a barrage of jokes
that haven't been told
since the third grade.
Then, in the middle of my peak,
I yearned for something, someone to touch
momentarily while I was left alone.
Unknowning of my consequences,
I reached out and rubbed your
wet naked back.
I heard you moan,
and turn your head,
smiling with that blissful state in your eyes.
You reached out to me,
and thanked me.
I hugged you,
and held you tight.
(Knowing what I know now,
I wouldn't have held you that close.)
You moved back and looked at me,
and I had an idea of what you were thinking,
then out of nowhere,
the look of disapointment
as you saw the girl of my dreams
come back from her adventure.
That morning was strange, I felt.
You trying not to stare at me,
yet laughing (a little too) hard at my jokes.
A few weeks passed, and tragedy struck the world,
and it struck mine.
By chance, we met up,
and you asked me about my girlfriend.
I told you that I wasn't sure about that
and you seemed...pleased.
NYE 2001
It was about 2 am,
when I was drunk,
and cold.
You showed up out of the blue,
and grabbed me with a familiar intensity.
You wished me a happy,
and tried to kiss me.
I moved,
I had to.
I couldn't let it happen.
Not like this,
and not now.
Your lips on my cheek,
pressed with frustration,
and dissapointment.
But I had to tell you.
"I'm sorry, this can't be."
And it won't...
because you know, and I know
there still is
another.
[ 24 January 2002: Message edited by: Furnace ]
It was the night of my last great party.
A night that I cannot forget,
since our innocence was stolen three days later.
As I sat on that couch, across from you,
you looked at me, then looked away.
A certain fact that there was something...
evident between us.
So I continued to sit there, smoked out,
waiting for someone. Someone that you
hoped didn't exist.
We arrived earlier than you,
thus, your hope still stayed
alive.
The night continued,
as you and your friends,
my new-found friends,
enjoyed the bliss that
was spreading.
As I sat there, with the one person
you didn't want me to be with,
your back turned to what was
happening behind you.
Perhaps you didn't want to know,
or were afraid of some sort of
confrontation.
So, you sat...until...
Jesse and yourself,
Kept me in stitches,
with a barrage of jokes
that haven't been told
since the third grade.
Then, in the middle of my peak,
I yearned for something, someone to touch
momentarily while I was left alone.
Unknowning of my consequences,
I reached out and rubbed your
wet naked back.
I heard you moan,
and turn your head,
smiling with that blissful state in your eyes.
You reached out to me,
and thanked me.
I hugged you,
and held you tight.
(Knowing what I know now,
I wouldn't have held you that close.)
You moved back and looked at me,
and I had an idea of what you were thinking,
then out of nowhere,
the look of disapointment
as you saw the girl of my dreams
come back from her adventure.
That morning was strange, I felt.
You trying not to stare at me,
yet laughing (a little too) hard at my jokes.
A few weeks passed, and tragedy struck the world,
and it struck mine.
By chance, we met up,
and you asked me about my girlfriend.
I told you that I wasn't sure about that
and you seemed...pleased.
NYE 2001
It was about 2 am,
when I was drunk,
and cold.
You showed up out of the blue,
and grabbed me with a familiar intensity.
You wished me a happy,
and tried to kiss me.
I moved,
I had to.
I couldn't let it happen.
Not like this,
and not now.
Your lips on my cheek,
pressed with frustration,
and dissapointment.
But I had to tell you.
"I'm sorry, this can't be."
And it won't...
because you know, and I know
there still is
another.
[ 24 January 2002: Message edited by: Furnace ]
