The SongThere is a sweet noise in my head, A far off sound that pulls me, Sung by a voice both clear and unintelligible, Accompanied by an unknown instruments.The Song
I am unable to resist it.
A snake to its charm, A pied piper’s puppet, It guides my path and gives me direction
I dance to its endless beat, Steps guided by this inner calling, Following, but more free than ever before Led, perhaps, but to wisdom and to love
At times I lose my rhythm Cacophony around me fades the voice I misstep and stumble, lost It is then I hear it more clearl
WhyWatching them fight, I wonder why they stay. Watching him torture her, I wonder why she puts up with it. I don’t want that I tell myself, How can they be happy this way? How could I want that? Why do I want that?Why
Pushing their buttons, Control is the game. Pulling each other strings, Laughter not always the aim. I don’t want that I tell myself, How can I be happy that way? How could want that? Why do I want that?
The way he looks at her, Matches the look she gives him. His roaming hand, Finds the
RatedShawn looked past his feet at his partner in horror, Rice Crispies forgotten in the bowl he rested on his chest. Shawn ignored the snap, crackle, pop sounds, in favor of Gus’s laughter, caused by the yellow lined paper in front of him. “I can’t believe it!” Shawn swung his feet from their position on his desk calendar, letting them fall with a dramatic thump for emphasis. The spoon clattered in its bowl as both were banged onto the desk. The milk sloshed out rendering whatever he was supposed to do on Monday illegible, and Friday mostly so, as well as his doodle of aRated
TabooWalking along the boardwalk with their pineapple smoothies, Shawn pulled Juliet over to the shadow of a nearby palm tree. He leaned in, and she moved to mirror his actions when he stopped suddenly, their lips an inch apart.Taboo
“Jules, before I, you know, kiss you, I have to ask you something,” he said, his voice nervous and halting, stumbling over the words. “Yes?” she asked, her voice breathy and quick, amusement at his antics warring with the desire to kiss him. “Do you....” he couldn’t say the words, couldn’t push the past his tongue, because he was afraid
Psych!
Zest
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