I try my best to avoid it, to shrug off the topic, to sway
her away from this every day, every minute reminder of that hopeless junkie.
Do I know him?
I do not know him but for the loud, screaming picture of him in her head. Such was their beseeching chemistry. I do not know him. But I do know that his antics make everyone laugh to death. Maybe he is like the eerie silence, trying to trap everyone with his intoxicating self. Maybe he always has an unspoken mischief playing about his lips. But when he talks… that sight definitely would look like a fantasy, oh buoy! No...No... He doesn’t talk. He shouts as loud as a feverish chimp, letting all his panted emotions out through his shriek. He couldn't even be bothered to act cordial when it is just a few… not even in solitude.
And for her,
Do I know her? Well… who else does? And I say that very proudly. Twitching her hair and pushing a loose fringe behind her ears, pursing her lips and rocking back on her heels. Fluttering her lashes and smiling feline…she was nothing like this. A mere ‘earthquake’ to this little world donning it with a shade of eccentricity. Even though there's as much chance of her admitting to this as India playing FIFA World Cup… she was indeed devastatingly beautiful but just as junked as him.
You can probably stop wondering. I know it’s quite insane to write about something when ‘you’ are definitely not in the pen picture. But just a heads up!! They are pretty much a deadly combination. Talks weren’t initiated, they spilled. It was more of a whirlwind relation where words thumped in sync with laughter. And when she laughed amusingly there came an even more amusing reply. He's purposely sprawled with casual elegance, and how can anyone look so relaxed and attractively satirical is beyond my comprehension. She is head-on anxious to quell the pounding in her blood, anxious to get her typically irrational thoughts back. And together they seem the molten onyx. And I am definitely not envious. No!!! I do not envy them! That’s definitely not me! But I had to find a way to vent my overwhelming mushy mushy feelings for these two. I berate myself in my head about this one speck of an awesome friendship though I am not cynical of what I have penned down.
Do I know him?
I do not know him but for the loud, screaming picture of him in her head. Such was their beseeching chemistry. I do not know him. But I do know that his antics make everyone laugh to death. Maybe he is like the eerie silence, trying to trap everyone with his intoxicating self. Maybe he always has an unspoken mischief playing about his lips. But when he talks… that sight definitely would look like a fantasy, oh buoy! No...No... He doesn’t talk. He shouts as loud as a feverish chimp, letting all his panted emotions out through his shriek. He couldn't even be bothered to act cordial when it is just a few… not even in solitude.
And for her,
Do I know her? Well… who else does? And I say that very proudly. Twitching her hair and pushing a loose fringe behind her ears, pursing her lips and rocking back on her heels. Fluttering her lashes and smiling feline…she was nothing like this. A mere ‘earthquake’ to this little world donning it with a shade of eccentricity. Even though there's as much chance of her admitting to this as India playing FIFA World Cup… she was indeed devastatingly beautiful but just as junked as him.
You can probably stop wondering. I know it’s quite insane to write about something when ‘you’ are definitely not in the pen picture. But just a heads up!! They are pretty much a deadly combination. Talks weren’t initiated, they spilled. It was more of a whirlwind relation where words thumped in sync with laughter. And when she laughed amusingly there came an even more amusing reply. He's purposely sprawled with casual elegance, and how can anyone look so relaxed and attractively satirical is beyond my comprehension. She is head-on anxious to quell the pounding in her blood, anxious to get her typically irrational thoughts back. And together they seem the molten onyx. And I am definitely not envious. No!!! I do not envy them! That’s definitely not me! But I had to find a way to vent my overwhelming mushy mushy feelings for these two. I berate myself in my head about this one speck of an awesome friendship though I am not cynical of what I have penned down.
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