You know that song, "I'm Only Happy When It Rains" by Garbage? Well I'm only happy when it snows. It's the one time when I don't feel like a horrid cow.
And he can't see me. I've been dreaming of him for the past -- what is it now? Three years? -- and he can't see me at my best. He never has.
When will he see me in the snow?
When will he look at me and realize that my eyes are his favorite color of blue?
When will he reach out and pluck me from my perch atop this tower of self-made seclusion?
When will he build the bridge between my dreams and reality?
When will he finally realize "Oh my God, I love her"?
When will he see that I'm not cold, I'm careful?
When will he finally see the fires of love burning behind my icy eyes?
When he sees me in the snow.
1 comment:
Aw, that's so sad! :(
I do hope he gets a clue. Larkin and I want you to be happy. And you're not a cow. DX
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