Garret.

by ALEX   Oct 22, 2007


What secrets are you trying to
pass on to me tonight?
Homework, music, phone calls...
When our eyes meet, may I ask why?

There's nothing I would rather know,
than what you try to say.
Your mystery elludes me
before the message is relayed.

I s'pose I'm not meant to hear
the words behind that stare.
But I'll hold those heart-stop seconds dear,
I'm glad you know I'm there.

9/6/07

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dacey Flame

    I really like this one. I don't understand it at all, I guess cause I don't really know Garret, but I really like it anyways.