Mandyson

I can't even write about the color of his eyes. I can't tell you that they were blue or green or that they sparkled when he talked about love and sports. I can't say he had the greatest smile or that his laugh was enough to make birds sing. I can't say his hugs were out of this world and that receiving one felt like receiving a gift. Like every time was like unwrapping a smile. And maybe that sounds like too much. Maybe that sounds too good. Like whose arms really hold that much heaven. Maybe it sounds too perfect, But these are things I cannot tell you. I can't reminisce his childhood filled with silly tales of dragons and snow ball fights a

We're all on pins and needles, But, we wouldn't dare look broke. We're wonderful at our charade, But, underneath we're about to choke. We're swallowing our tongues, And we are pulling out our hair. We're biting at our fingernails, And gasping for more air. We're waving to the neighbors, But, we wouldn't dare do more. We're doing well at living, But, our lives have become a chore. We're confident and crafty, At the hiding of our hearts. We're the very best at faking, Just don't trust us from the start.