Listening to: none
Feeling: resentful
Under 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.
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.
'craig came over today.'
'oohh, did you guys make out?'
'hell yes we did.'
'!!'
'why? what?'
'you're totally, like, his first kiss ever.'
thats mostly what i was thinking about when you said she tattled.