Six months passed.
Many memories exchanged.
The way you looked at me, with those pale blue eyes;
Makes me think of the good times.
The times when we watched films and made love.
The times we got into trouble, and never gave a fuck.
A sprakling black dress made you look so good.
You always looked like that to me, but it was a first for you.
Four months was a pleasure, and I'd never take them back.
But then I screwed up, and tried hard to fix it.
I tried two long months to fix my greatest mistake.
But with everything on your plate, I couldn't fix it.
I was an obstacle in your current situation, that I understand.
I was easily angered when everything came to an end.
But all I really wanted was to just be your friend.
So I said somethings I'll reget til I die.
What I said, made the end to our friendship nigh.
We once said we'd try to be friends if it ended,
No matter how bitter it got.
I don't know if that is possible now.
But there was a time when you were the best friend I had.
You were a friend first, and a girlfriend second.
We both got lost in the wound the is a separation.
And now we are stuck on an island, but are on different sides.
But all I am wishing, is that I can see your pale blue eyes.
Your pale blue eyes made me happy on an unsettling day.
The way they shined off a television screen would make my eyes water.
And whenever I saw them in the moonlight, my heart would flutter.
I know we're done, and that's okay with me,
But all I want is to be friends again, as soon as can be.
I still love you and care about you as I did when we were together.
And I always want to be there for you, especially when there is stormy weather.
When you listen to our songs you get the real message.
But we were stuck on a puzzle from our very first night.
Today, I found myself outside, struggling to get around the wind.
My mother wants to talk to me, but I am afraid to speak, so I just tell her that I am hiding tonight.
It feels like I am eating breakfast at the heart-break hotel, and the end of our relationship was a piledriver waltz.
And every place I step is a memory of you, as if there was glass in the park.
So if you want to light a match to our time, fill free.
Just know that I am sorry.
Created: Aug 11, 2012hitSCREENPLAYwriter Document Media