he silentbob he sits in his room all quiet and cold he laughs when he's lonely and sings himself to sleep he wraps himself in harmony brushes his hair with denial when he stares at his reflection it only makes him weary and he wishes not to associate his face with how he feels inside. 011003 ... guitar_freak He whispers to me in Spanish as he stares deep into my eyes. At first I just looked back, not seeing much of anything. Now, I look at him and his eyes sparkle with secrets. In the morning, he is beautiful, like a breathtaking sunrise. The way his hair whisps across his face drives me to kiss his soft lips and a smile spreads across my face. Our connection is deepening and it scares me. I don't love him...I just fuck him... right? 050502 ... deer never has time for me anymore. 060324 ... nom i like a few hims. 070528 ... nom or a lot of hims. 070528 ... nom but especially a few 070528 what's it to you? who go blather from