I want what i cant have. the hand of a good friend. The abilty to tell her about the love i have for here that wil never end. That i will do what is in my abilty to do to stay true to her. but in my mind that is only a blur. a blur of imgaination cause it wil never happe.n but for some reason i cant get a grip on my life as long as this feeling keeps hacking. hacking at my soul like an exacutioner at the chop. i think my heart needs to be mended and this girl works at the repair shop. i wonder if i will ever get a grip. but until then i gusse into a grusome pit of misery i will forever slip. all things will evnty come to end even u. hopefully these feelings will before a poet named juice
