The light in his eyes
I fell in love with the light in his eyes. We used to talk and talk about everything that ever was. Or was to be. We used to sit in the park, sing along the guitar he played and drink beer till we had to crawl home.
posted by svye at 5/31/2006 12:39:00 am
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Light in eyes use to fade out sometimes, but maybe it's important to look at your own's...
Even if I look at mine, I can't see any...
Any eyes? It's just because you're unable to look at yourself...
Actually, I do
you do see light in my eyes? I do see light in yours though you don't seem to.
So, once again, it looks like we're somehow linked.
I cannot see any light in my eyes since I'm covered by a quiestion-marked bag... or something ;)
Lovely bag. But it can't hide what you feel. I can see the light through the bag :-p
Why the hell you can see the light of my feelings but still can't see yours?? Think 'bout this...
because you are much more free than I am. Or maybe not....
Freedom is, in fact, the ability to see things. So it looks to me you're pretty free
Furthermore, that "lack of freedom" looks like a question-marked-plastic-bag upon your head, trying -in vain- to keep in secret whatever it covers...
the truth is that i am trying to keep my own pandora's box shut for now. I am trying to digest some things before I open it so it doesn't turn out to be awful. Furthermore, so I don't react the wrong way.
And who claimed you to be reacting the wrong way? Prudence has always been your best play... pretty wise girl
Not as wise as I'd like, you know. And I always blame myself for everything. You should know by now.
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