where we are still imprinted in shadow togetherby notlaudable on April 22, 2006 at 5:00 PMListening to: noneFeeling: resentfulUnder the pear tree by the wind chimes, through the fence to the sitting tree, by the daffodils, under the apricot, by the grapes, in the grass, hear her laugh. See me smile. Hear her laugh. Read 3 comments
it is perfect....such imageryy.
bring back whispers of the past.
the ones i have forced myself to forget.
but it is better to remember the happiness than the others.
the laughs.
the smiles.
the beautyy.
you.<BR>are.<BR>amazing.<BR><BR><BR>and so was that night.
you want to know what she tattled on?
<b>'craig came over today.'</b>
'oohh, did you guys make out?'
<b>'hell yes we did.'</b>
'!!'
<b>'why? what?'</b>
'you're totally, like, his first kiss ever.'
thats mostly what i was thinking about when you said she tattled.