Blunt tips of blunt graphite; double lines of my letters, my writings are unclear.
Dirty grey, all over my page; a letter to you, with no motives other than those that are sincere.I'm opening up to you, leaving my self vulnerable; to show you what you mean to me, but its all up to you."Girl you drive me crazy, a cliche line but you're amazing.I think of you and my blood reaches a point where its pulsating.I'm having trouble holding my pen cause I'm shaking.I'm yours for the taking....If only you knew in time, that when I say I love you, I'm not fulfilling my poems rhyme.But, I'm expressing my emotions, playing the slots with my last dime.Cause that's love, a risk, which I'm willing to take, so I search my pockets for another, another chance for the second time.And a third time, and a fourth, For you I'd swim the banks of the nile, head back to South Africa's Comrades and be at the finish line.With a rose in hand and a ring in the other, I don't know what God has planned for me, but I hope "we" are on the list.But seeing you with that other guy drove me crazy, as I'm writing I'm staring at the bloody wall painted by my fist.Cause before I could find a pen and paper I had to get rid of the anger as I ws realy pissed.But you don't understand, you and I, saw him with your best friend, not once but twice, yet your status says his name and in bold "You are dearly missed".I realy don't understand, I don't think I ever will, theres a empty space in my heart and on my mind.Where thoughts of you keep going around and around like strong winds, I'm in the eye of the tornado struggling to find.You. to find me, so that once again we can be.What we used to be."But you won't get this letter, to me your happyness matters more than mine.So if you love him and he makes you happy I guess nothing will be of us after the next line.Goodbye.