Pale-Blue

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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, 2012

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