Tears for you...

[frostyangel]

I sit here in this broken down living room,
down the hall was a two doored mirror we
once had shared. Fighting for the night of
beautiful memories. And the lifting of our
hair. We spent many nights in the porcelin
thrown. Releaving our tensions we drank
away from the stubborn day.
Now the room once shared by tiger and
poo...is cold, filled endless with space...the
echos the words to last movie watched...
there was a floor with a green rug; which
held 500 sit-ups, that our psycho stomachs
needed a sense of being adored.
The kitchen held its purpose through
and through..one day the burning stove
is going to miss you....the table, held lots
of fights...some of which were not right
always walking around feeling uptight.
There were the shared puddles of
Sarah M. trailing through unheard
fake reality...we swore we never let
these times go......so many endless
tears....and the fears that we shared
told us that we would be fighting
for each other forever...at the beach
on the front porch...with a rocking chair
we were going to sit and stare at the
waves; with our kitty kats near..
I can't tell you how many times I
look back, not just from the times
here....but times that we had on
mckinely street....where we shared
our first beer, and the first back door
experience...nothing like the weekend
we both called off of work for the same
death in the family...i can't believe they
believed us...and they didn't fire us...
or the night when the tears didn't end
because of some Lee or Eric....
And when the kitchen set on fire?
Or when Candy got stuck in the
sitcker bush?
I'm glad I got these memories in my
head...for me they will never be dead
And I'll always remember you as my
lil' ammers....And your beautiful glowing
blonde hair...and the two best dancers
that walked into the club....it's sad I haven't
got a dancing partner anymore...
I don't know why things turn out the
way they do...or why all good things
have to come to an end...but it was
fun while it lasted...and only the good
memories I'll carry with me...you'll
always remain that one special friend
Remember don't ever change for any
one...your important in everyway...
I know you have the best coming
someday...
wub always your jenners

 

[E-girl]

i remember how one of us would always end up at the computer, late at night, after some silly boy had broken our hearts. and not wanting to wake the other, we'd pour our hearts out on this forum, and the next morning, the other would find these words, and speechless, tear-faced, we would meet in the hallway and hug. then, and now, i dont seem to have the words to say. but the tears are still there on my cheeks.
i often think what became of you... if you still live at the house with the kitchen closet door that always comes off the hinges.... i wonder what things have filled the room with no heat, with the pretty windows, where i spent my days... i wonder how sabby is doing, without his friends... i wonder....
someone hit a button on your phone and called me the other day, and i heard your voice, and it was void of all emotion to me, when you picked it up to apologize for accidentally calling. i thought for a moment you might say "hey what's up" but that never came. so reading this was kindof a surprise, but a nice one. things turned out so strange for us, and i hoped this day would come, someday.... where we could say, it might have been for the better that we didn't live together, not right now, but that it was a stupid idea to end a friendship that held so much for both of us.
the fights, no matter how bad they are, have to come to an end eventually. the tears need someone to dry them. the memories need someone to share them. if you need any of these things, i think you know how to find me.
p.s. if you still need a dancing partner, maybe i'll see u on the 6th...
[ 03 December 2002: Message edited by: E-girl ]

 

[rm-rf]

:-(

There were the shared puddles of
Sarah M. trailing through unheard
fake reality...
im tellin ya the paul oakenfold remix totally owns the one you guys have