BorrowedBlade

You asked me to write you a story. Instead, we lived one.

Outside the grass is all but greener; I find that people just get meaner and the world Seems colder and colder and time takes you and makes you older.

The girl with the dark eyes. Ever silent to us. She seems so exotic a mystery. But what her dark eyes hide, Will not be known for their lays a warm place in bed at home.

Sometimes I wonder If the abscence of Heat is cold, and, therefore, cold does not exit. In that instance the abscence of all things should have a name rather than just a feeling. because what is cold other than a feeling? So why is cold so special Because its tangible because other people who might have nothing to do with you might feel it too Cold is the abscence of Heat not the presence of cold So cold does not exist.