Wanting to gain numbers,
thinking that means I will gain affection.
I seriously need to get you out of my head
and someone in there
who actually cares.

Longing for little conversations,
but they're just that...little...
humble
nothing.
Whatever.
I'd say I don't care.
You can guess
that I do.

The eyes hold such divinity.
I like to think of words.
I love to draw stars
all over white sheet paper.
Purple pens and more,
there are usually painted faces,
bright red-haired girls
and long hearts.
My talents do fade.
But I still draw the stars.

02/02/2006

Author's Note: I wrote this sometime late last year...I don't remember... it's not good either... but I like the last stanza so okay...

Posted on 02/03/2006
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