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I prefer to live my life with the windows down and the radio up,with sunglasses on and shoes off and surrounded by people who make me laugh,'for i dearly love to laugh'

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

the whispers of a faint heart

Candi felt her heart begin the dangerous spiral. She wanted him, she was scared. She wanted to tell him, often her mouth parted slowly and she whispered what she wanted to say, he never heard. "I need you, I want you, I'm scared. You make me feel so many things, you make me feel safe and yet I know you could hurt me. I know you could take the fragile heart I've placed back together and shatter it all over again. I know i could end you. if i meant to or not, i could be your demise. Will you take me away from this?" He looked at her, her mouth clamped shut and she smiled. She knows he sees it, she knows he won't admit it. When he hugs her does she feel her trembling? Can he read her mind when he stares so deeply into her eyes...she wishes he could know.

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