lazy lovers

[creativesoul]

although much time had been wasted- on stupid choices- hurt pride- old ideas kind of jumbled up- like rocks in a tumbler-the edges rough- were sort of rubbing on the edges - making smooth what was raw- and shiny surfaces-
she felt it when he was thinking about her- those brown eyes- dove right underneathe any defenses she had
swiming to the surface for air-
when he saw her he felt a flame of passion- the burn of love=
she would just fall into shape of his voice- the pieces would become some thing else-
he thinks it would be too hard to change

she thinks - 'if he were serious, he would come talk to me'
and that ends what could have been a greater story
previously regreting
how much they missed each other
she would never tell him how much she loved him
not ever
instead she would cry
late at night
he was melting somewhere in a lost affair
the story flies into the night- after all is said and done
it is her he thinks of

[dadio]

Good capture.