Bye Bye
im done with lj
but before i go, a story from my notebook that i write in almost everyday
A boy and a girl, aptly named, they were at some party, somewhere or another, nowhere really. The boy, he is on the back pourch with anything you could imagine to mend anything that could possibly go wrong. Girl decides to visit with him, nothing better to do really. They share a laugh and a drink. A story or two, and three and four. By the end of this, they're just where they want to be.
Every girl, the boy's saying, every girl that helps me that hurts me that pays attention, i'm in love with her just like that. And the girl, she pays attention and helps. These two, they're incredible. They decide to leave, anywhere, it doesn't matter. Away from people, towards possibility. These two, they hop the fence and they scale a vine wall up to a second story balcony. The boy brings his bottle and the girl brings her problems.
They drink and laugh and they're just like you and who ever. Just like me and who ever. Oh and they kiss and hug and lay and listen and talk. Everything. Boy and Girl, aptly named, they're just like you and everyone. Everyone and everyone, they're just two kids and they're in love. In three hours, they're married. In four hours, they'll never leave each other, not ever, just like you and me. They're just two kids in love. Each is the happy ending to the others sad story, each the light at the end of the tunnel. Girl and Boy, they fall asleep, intertwined. They sleep like they've lost everything and are finally free to gain something.
Boy wakes up and notices the pretty flowers that grow on the vine that they scaled the night before. Remembering whatever he can about his love, this girl, his one and only and only and only, he knows she loves roses. He knows everything now. Leaning hard on the railing, he's going to pick this flower. He's going to fall in love, with flowers and chocolates and everything, valentines, cards, teddy bears, everything. But this railing, it's no good. This ending, it's no good. These kids, they're to young to fall in love, people will say. They can fall off balconies, just not in love. This girl awakes to Boy at the base of the vines, flower in hand. And the truth is, this broke her smile. Nothing ever makes sense anymore, nothing is there or here, it's just through one shade of grey and the next. The next the next the next, everything, it's just viewed from a balcony.
And below, it's just everything you care about, and it's not breathing.
but before i go, a story from my notebook that i write in almost everyday
A boy and a girl, aptly named, they were at some party, somewhere or another, nowhere really. The boy, he is on the back pourch with anything you could imagine to mend anything that could possibly go wrong. Girl decides to visit with him, nothing better to do really. They share a laugh and a drink. A story or two, and three and four. By the end of this, they're just where they want to be.
Every girl, the boy's saying, every girl that helps me that hurts me that pays attention, i'm in love with her just like that. And the girl, she pays attention and helps. These two, they're incredible. They decide to leave, anywhere, it doesn't matter. Away from people, towards possibility. These two, they hop the fence and they scale a vine wall up to a second story balcony. The boy brings his bottle and the girl brings her problems.
They drink and laugh and they're just like you and who ever. Just like me and who ever. Oh and they kiss and hug and lay and listen and talk. Everything. Boy and Girl, aptly named, they're just like you and everyone. Everyone and everyone, they're just two kids and they're in love. In three hours, they're married. In four hours, they'll never leave each other, not ever, just like you and me. They're just two kids in love. Each is the happy ending to the others sad story, each the light at the end of the tunnel. Girl and Boy, they fall asleep, intertwined. They sleep like they've lost everything and are finally free to gain something.
Boy wakes up and notices the pretty flowers that grow on the vine that they scaled the night before. Remembering whatever he can about his love, this girl, his one and only and only and only, he knows she loves roses. He knows everything now. Leaning hard on the railing, he's going to pick this flower. He's going to fall in love, with flowers and chocolates and everything, valentines, cards, teddy bears, everything. But this railing, it's no good. This ending, it's no good. These kids, they're to young to fall in love, people will say. They can fall off balconies, just not in love. This girl awakes to Boy at the base of the vines, flower in hand. And the truth is, this broke her smile. Nothing ever makes sense anymore, nothing is there or here, it's just through one shade of grey and the next. The next the next the next, everything, it's just viewed from a balcony.
And below, it's just everything you care about, and it's not breathing.