Anxious.

Anxious.

A Story by Ash.

I find myself tripping over words to speak, even if I gain the confidence to do so.
My hands shake, my heart races, and I cannot for the life of me look up out of my book.

I don't know what is wrong with me, seeing as I have never felt this sort of anxiety before.

Somehow, I cannot help but smile.

Maybe, just maybe...

 

 

Gray or blue - Jaymay

I feel so helpless now, my guitar is not around,
and I'm struggling with the xylophone to make these feelings sound.
And I'm remembering you singing and bringing you to life.
It's raining out the window and today it looks like night.

You haven't written to me in a week, I'm wondering why that is.
Are you too nervous to be lovers-- friendships ruined with just one kiss.
I watched you very closely and I saw you look away.
Your eyes are either gray or blue, I'm never close enough to say.

But your sweatshirt says it all with the hood over your face.
I can't keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes.
I'm with another boy (he's asleep, i'm wide awake )
and he tried to win my heart, but it's taken . . . . . time.

I know the shape of your hands, because I watch them when you talk,
and I know the shape of your body, because I watch it when you walk,
and I want to know it all, but I'm giving you the lead .
So go on, go on and take it, don't fake it, shake it

Charmin', crazy eyes have you, are they gray or blue? I wont make the move, you must make the move. If you make the move, I will then approve. If you do not move, we will surely lose.

Don't second guess your feelings you were right from the start.
And I notice she's your lover, but she's nowhere near your heart.
This city is for strangers, like the sky is for the stars,
but I think it's very dangerous if we do not take what's ours

And I'm winning you with words because I have no other way.
I want to look into your face without your eyes turning away.
Last night I watched you sing because a person has to try,
and I walked home in the rain because a person cannot lie.

© 2008 Ash.


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Very good. Touched a real chord with me, especially:

"I know the shape of your hands, because I watch them when you talk,
and I know the shape of your body, because I watch it when you walk,
and I want to know it all, but I'm giving you the lead .
So go on, go on and take it, don't fake it, shake it"

When you've given all the signals you can possibly give, what else can you do?


Posted 15 Years Ago


You've got a powerful one there. Our perception of others is always a partial image. And that perception is clouded again by what we're thinking about at the time.

Good job!


Posted 15 Years Ago



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