dante7176

So not much happening in my life to update. I had a third interview at Hershey Park, not sure whats going to happen. I pray that i get this job, i want nothing more then to have this. Ive been having my emotions played with by all sorts of females. Always the same, games upon games. Never do they care who they are hurting lol. I wrote a new poem about the last girl who i thought maybe but she thought other wise. Oh i also found out today when ever my friends freak out about the future or become a little emo they say that they are acting like me and say do you want to be like him... I mean really i didnt need that today. Im trying my fucking hardest to not being so fucking emo. But with this job, people in my family passing away, and not knowing when ill be able to have my own place it all gets to fucking much... So not i feel like i cant talk to my friends cause i dont want to be to emo on them...

The bar was crowed
As I sat there with friends
Small talk going all around
My eyes scan the darken room
As they fall on to a pair of blue eyes
I look back to my amber Ale
I smile and nod as my friends chat away
I look back up to where the blue eyes were
To find them still fixed on me
This time a smile companies them
Smiling back my friends hit my arm
The amber Ale spills on to the floor
The embarrassment is great
I see the blue eye girl laugh as I get up for another Ale
Her eyes follow every step as the want to talk to her grows
I get back to my friends as I glance over again
She smiles so big as our eyes met
Breathing in deeply my legs pull me out of my chair
Finding my self walking to those eyes
We exchange hellos as she smiles again
The noise from the bar drifts away
As we talk into the night
Only one light is shining above us
As my fingers reach to touch her skin
She nods to the door as we walk threw it
I reach out and take her hand
The air out side is so cold I offer my coat
We dont speak a word as we walk down the snowy roads
Stopping finally to a red door lit from the streetlights
She ascends to the doorway pulling me by her hand
We stumble into her door giggling away
She places her hands on my hip
And my hands around her neck
I push in for a kiss as she pushes to me
With in an inch from each others lips she pulls the door open
She runs up the dark staircase
Smiling I chase after her through the darkness
I get another punch in the arm
As my friends ask me if youve seen a ghost
Shaking my head and looking around but the blue eyes have gone
No one staring at me but my confused friends