2004-07-29, 12:31 a.m.
I keep seeing that boy with the broken smile. And on nights of self we talk of thoughts that only sons of daughters could share.
and It's been tough when all he see's is that now she belongs to someone else. And he knows he'll feel this everyday, because it's hard to look for fulfillment when your last lover was loniless. And we're all hoping that he'll find his way, hoping he'll get tired of these awkward days...
and move on.
I mean we see that half of him is gone, we see him standing outside in the pouring rain, but what that boy can't seem to see is that soon the other half will be whole again.
It's just he's got memories of someone else to make, and she tells him not to give up, but he still can't keep his chin up, I guess it doesn't matter anymore, because he can't place comprimise on all the lies, so he just left the weight of his past mistakes at her door.
and that's why we know that soon he'll pickup his old guitar, and start singing songs to the kinda girl whose intent isn't to break his heart, the kind of girl that stands outside with him the pooring rain, the kinda girl that'll make him whole again.