Been in the mood the mood to write lately, so this is
something really short I decided to write. ^_^ Hope it's decent!!
Walking down the street is hard. You walk along the same road, on the opposite side, holding hands with her. Her laugh is loud, obnoxious. But it makes you smile, like mine never did. We used to be best friends. Late nights in bean-bag chairs, sodas and video games. And then she came along. She was like a tornado- she swept you up and has yet to set you down. Nights are spent at the movies, your arm slung over her shoulder, her head resting peacefully on yours. I sit at home, looking at the pictures of us enjoying corn-dogs at Disney, riding rollercoasters, and just being.. friends. But you're no longer mine.. you're hers. Will you ever be mine again? Will we ever have thumb wars again? Will I ever get to tell you how your eyes are oceans of turqoise gems? Walking down the street is hard. You look over at me, a friendly smile and a small tear follows.
*Yes I do know that it is very short, I tend to get that a lot when I post short poems/stories that I have said are going to be.. short.
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