Almost a year since we met.
and I never knew what being in love meant...
Dont know what I feel anymore.
Is it love, lust or hate...
Any chosen friend
is like the elevator...
Friends go bye and bye...
Like jet fighters fly...
Piecing together the puzzle to our friendship
Laying out the pieces one by one...
Don't walk behind me,
maybe I don't know the way...
Morning coffee at my house
not just a wake up call...
Curled up against the wall,
counting the days of her disaster...
A happy lone pair
Extremely hard to compare...
The grass grew dark beside the lake,
cooling, held in the sand, still, alive...
Outside my eyes are dry
It is inside that I cry...
Our first dance I can barely remember;
however, plenty of pictures prove it's existence...