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...do you remember?Do you remember?
Remember the time where I was happy?
When I could smile and laugh so easily, where I could have fun?
The time when everything was carefree-
And you weren’t judged? By your appearance, by your clothes?
And now here I am –
Forcing a smile on my face
Wiping away the tears,
I take one last look at my life
That there’s nothing left
I hide behind these eyes
These eyes that have seen too much
....So I'll swallow my words and hope,
that maybe I can just choke
because anything, just anything,
is easier than saying...
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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