Headurohsnap

I've trace his brow into my mind. I've counted every tooth in his smile. I've memorized his every motion. I've stared into those hazy drunken emerald eyes,wishing I could find a way to make him love me. "Arthur?" He turns to look at me,the blissful curiosity making me weak in the knees. "I,um,What's up?" He knows something is wrong,I'm not acting like an arrogant asshole. "What's wrong" Those two words,if only he knew how my heart was going to explode. I run my hands through my messy blonde hair and adjust my glasses. "I" Stumble upon my words again. Would he ever believe me? We are standing in his living room. A brick fire place

Angels? Demons? Unicorns? Fantasy? Matthew believed in them. Had since he was a small child living in mid-west Canada. With his Father and ole bitty of a grandma mother,ever night his grandma would weave this brilliant stories about all things magical he remember sitting on the floor,in front of her wooden rocking chair. Only vague details came to mind when he thought of her,things like the rocking chair,her pink Shaw that she always wore around her small frame and those damn stories. In his favorite one,Matthew was the star. A boy with golden hair,glasses,and a womanly shape. His grandma would constantly tell him,that he needed to bulk up

Will you wait for me my little piano man? As I go off to the impossible war. Play a song for me as I walk out the door. Whisper sweet emotion onto those slick keys. Use that music to confess our most hidden desires? Will you play for me my little piano man? As I stare into those violet eyes of yours. Clashing with the brilliant red of mine. While,I make my way to the battle field Fighting along side my brothers in combat. Will you long for me my little piano man? In those months we are torn apart You sit at on your piano bench Your tears streaking the ink from the pages. Will you feel sorry for me my little piano man? As I si