Blue Eyes. Blue Dammit.
I'm so sick. I'm talking to him now Via yahoo. Her picture up where my REAL one should be. He plays me the song, the song about the girl with GREEN eyes he loves. I have blue dammit. ******* BLUE I want to scream. You know, the RAREST color to have. That's me. But he thinks I'm her... with green eyes. We are chatting now and I'm keeping him up until the wee hours of the morning his time. He has to work in the morning, but I'm so much more addictive. I have told him over and over again I'm a mere muse. A flighting wind whirring through the fabrics of his life, only to be gone quickly. He won't listen, and I seduce him more. He's started making his way into my subconscious, and I his. We dream of each other, the mind is a powerful thing to dream a dream of someone you have never even seen.