"Friends"
Just a ride With just a friend Flirtatious. No never.
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Just a ride With just a friend Flirtatious. No never.
I opened the door, she saw me with someone else and then started to walk away. I didn't know whether to let her go or chase after her.
(Swear word/s in). Excuse my French. But shit went down. No one was happy. Look everywhere you'll see a frown. Now, I was confused. Got told I was lucky I wasn't in. People preferred to stay away.
You make up excuses for me to see you I do the same, but I don't want to see you too It's not that I don't like you, really I do, It's just you make me nervous, sorry it's true, You make me nervous...
Sally and I stayed there for a good ten minutes, before we gave in to Paul's begging. A little bit of pleasure came from making him upset. I noticed it, and knew it was wrong.
You say you see beauty. You say you see amazing. When I ask who your talking about. You always say me. I'm so confused. I don't know what we are. Is it friends or something more.
*Strong language Tell me something new... But I've told you everything I know, you take it in and let it go. Take me out tonight...
You can never understand me, our eyes never meet, it's like I'm walking along, down a cold empty street.
#sundayrepost. If you are happy. Content with it all. I'll put down the phone. And not wait for your call. If you decide. It isn't for you. You know where I am. And you know what to do.
My eyes widened and my hands began to sweat. If it wasn’t for his tight hold on me, I would’ve gotten up and ran away. He nuzzled my neck.
Daddy where you going please. Close the door, outside you'll freeze. Mummy tell dad, it's cold out there. ----------He's got his coat he's ok dear. But why has daddy got those bags.
I stared at my phone, which was buzzing once again with an incoming call. You can guess who it was. "Hey," I said, staring into space. "I married Carrie," was the first thing out of his mouth.
I look into your eyes And my heartbeats start to rise I wonder if you feel The glimpses that I steal Waiting for a sign To know if your heart feels mine "Friends forever" we claim And our hearts...
I kept looking at my phone as Christopher continued to call and text me. “What in the hell does he want?” I thought to myself. “Answer him or I will.” My best friend Asia said. “Why.
"Mama, why do we have to have friends in this world if they fade away, come back but want only you when you're high.
Chapter 6 ~ Alter Ego "Jun Hae." I say turning to him. His expression suddenly changes, he's angry much more angrier - it shows in his eyes: they're furious almost as if their flaming in his pupils.
Once she was so mad at him that she slammed the door shut hard enough for the windowpane to break And the glass shattering on the sidewalk sounded like a summary of his entire life Once he was so...
Arsey and narkey, Anger malarkey, Tempers frayed, Frustration played, Argument shame, A tennis game, Back and forth, And so forth, Tensions created, Your point cremated, Talk don't shout, Keep out...
So upset and let down. Your childish tantrum. Your nasty frown. You can't speak nice. You're just so cold. Acting out cos I didn't do as you told. All I asked is for some time.
Another sleepless night. Another day of fright. Hours of worry and stress. Unravelling demons in a mess. Thinking of what the future may hold. Needing an answer but not wanting told.
I wait for him again today, like everyday. The people walking past are all talking, all smiling. The couples are holding hands and being in love. My love is one-sided.
Now we are standing face to face. Wondering what are we doing in this crowded place. Everything now seems to have a slower pace.
Physical, mental, emotional, in red, Swapping scars over two cups of coffee, nothing said, Glancing up through clouds of mist, our conversation, cut, There's only eyes to keep it out and only songs...
Not a sound. Nothing to be found. Not a whisper. Even the lights don't flicker. No notification. Yet I sit at my station. I wait for word. But nothing is heard. Time ticks on. The connection's gone.