The irony of deafening silence in school hallways;
We sit parrellel, only staring at our shoes.
I hope to exchange some words, maybe finally tell you how i miss you. 
I know that you are chasing other things, so I push the thought away. 
Yet no matter how much I try to be okay by myself, 
everytime you extend your hand to help me up, I know I'll take it

parrellel in everyway

Gentle teeth on Delicious skin
Nawing at what lies within,
Hidden darkness and horrible sin
Parrellel With hatred akin.

Sweet and sour, Twisted Grin
Vile Demeanor, A soul left dim.

z.w.b