He danced with his tears in the rain that morning, praying to drown out his dreams. He dreamt of them, in their pure brunette beauty, praying maybe they'd come back to him, to hold him in his arms again, to pet his hair, and sing their sweet little songs to him. But he had to wait. He had to wait months on months for them to come back, to go back to normal. He had to wait until high-school, for they were "too attached" as both of their parents had said, his parents and theirs. He couldn't deny that maybe they had become too close at a time so young, but they were so deep in love with each other that this wait shall become unbearable, and he will spend nights upon nights letting his tears soak his cheeks, growing more and more tired of this wait, being held apart from the one he loved, and having only the rain to dance with, only the moon to talk to, only the grass to touch, and only his own arms to have wrapped around him, still dreaming of them, in their blue eyed beauty, their American tan, their sweet gapped teeth, and their soft buttery lips.
I jus wanted to get some feelings down somewhere, kind of a vent ig?
