Erradhadh

And Sometimes… I look at you and you at me and sometimes I think…that you are too cocky for your own good and sometimes you smile that smirk and sometimes…I know that you want to die and not feel and throw yourself…on the one kid who always hangs around and sometimes I think that you and him…study all the time your hair curling softly and eyes ever sad and sometimes I think that you might be in reality what you appear sometimes…I'm sure that you aren't and never will be but and sometimes…you care and I see and you see that I see and you hate that and sometimes…I'll be smarter but then just a phrase you'll be the one that is intellectual and

Silver & Cold I...I came here by day, but I left here in darkness And found you, found you on the way And now, it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold You, in somber resplendence, I hold… I held him. I had come here with the sure knowledge that I had come to defeat the Evil and found you. All I had left now is the beautiful, silver-haired boy lying cradled in my arms, you. It is silent. Death has drowned out all sounds; engulfed all life with its endless cold. You…you are the only last remaining part of my shattered Life. The pieces are scattered about me, a cruel reminder. And you are slipping away as well, soon to become the

And Maybe… When I pass you on the street your dark hair all shiny from the icy dawn and I think that maybe…when I sit in that café and see you sit as well alone and I know that my parents would die if they knew that…sometimes you'll look at me and I'll look at you and you'll look at me and I think that somehow, somewhere in those blue eyes I might find if I search hard enough something of that…that you will suddenly smile but then stop as if afraid and move your hand and tap your foot look back to the thetas and alphas that you indifferently look…here and walk over and brush your hair out of your eyes since I know that it annoys you so when