Wednesday, May 16, 2007

This next plane's going to your heart

You got me. Initially you never did. But now you do.

I see the both of them again. How'd he move on so fast? Where's that mental breakdown i expect he'll be suffering from? Infidel. Garnering feelings when everything was still in the boat. It must be. For he would not have stood up in gallantry so quickly, so shunned and oblivious of the not so distant past of his. Typified excuses just to carry on with his whims and fancies. He's a bastard who's losing touch of the world. The world around him as he's being twirled around the sinkhole of attraction. He's pushing luck, he's pulling out his tricks from his bag again. He tries to make her his, or somewhat so. But the question remains, is she his' now?

Third person views. How i love to interpret those disgusted wondering, rolling eyes.

Basking in my little assumptions.

Jinny

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