Like I've met him for the first time.
hazel eyes danced patterns around
a three hour conversation
about lies
likes
girls,boys
kisses
poetry
self confidence
camp
failures
and more.
getting closer
i see him new
see the person others talk about
and finally understand.
like levers open doors.
his eyes pry.
and im more willing to spill.
it all ended too quickly
when she came to the door
his words mean more.
and i begin to see.
truely what
friends are for.
12:16 pm - Monday, Jul. 29, 2002
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