Disclaimer: I do not own OLS, and the name is an American HI-FI song, that encouraged this to come about.
Authors notes: I know this is short and written very bad. But please try and look beyond that.
This is a Gene and Jim piece, written about how Jim feel about Gene. Now I know that it was never mention that he was gay, but it is something new for me.
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Another day, why do I still believe that I have a chance? Why do I always wake up with this false hope? That you'll say I am the one that makes your heart race, I am the one the makes your words cease, that I am the one that brings you into the surreal peace you long for. But as today fades slowly into tomorrow, those words haven't come. Yet I still believe in the hope of tomorrow, and that you will whisper them into my ear.
I feel like I could die, just waiting here for that perfect day. I always try to leave it all behind, because I really know that tomorrow is not that bright. Day after day, I try to force myself to say good-bye, that I must end this but I never bring it to an end.
My tears fall in the night, as I wait for that perfect day. And I stare at the moon, asking the inanimate object to have mercy on me. An I seek comfort in my blanket. It covers me and keeps everything inside, close to me.
It is so simple, but yet when you smile at me, when you grace my hand with yours I believe that it's real. But for you it isn't as big of a deal. And that hurts because it was something special to me.
I have memorized the color of your eyes, and have dreams about the curves of your face. Sometimes I can feel your touch linger up my arm, and your kiss just below my collar bone.
I love the way you hands are rough from your work, but are gentle in a tender moment of care. I love the way you gracefully arch your back, and roll your neck in moments of relaxation.
But then it hits me, I can't have your heart. The part of you I seek after the most. It belongs to another, and not to mine own waiting heart. But I still believe you when you say.....Its a perfect day gene....and I will always believe you.
Authors notes: I know this is short and written very bad. But please try and look beyond that.
This is a Gene and Jim piece, written about how Jim feel about Gene. Now I know that it was never mention that he was gay, but it is something new for me.
~*~
Another day, why do I still believe that I have a chance? Why do I always wake up with this false hope? That you'll say I am the one that makes your heart race, I am the one the makes your words cease, that I am the one that brings you into the surreal peace you long for. But as today fades slowly into tomorrow, those words haven't come. Yet I still believe in the hope of tomorrow, and that you will whisper them into my ear.
I feel like I could die, just waiting here for that perfect day. I always try to leave it all behind, because I really know that tomorrow is not that bright. Day after day, I try to force myself to say good-bye, that I must end this but I never bring it to an end.
My tears fall in the night, as I wait for that perfect day. And I stare at the moon, asking the inanimate object to have mercy on me. An I seek comfort in my blanket. It covers me and keeps everything inside, close to me.
It is so simple, but yet when you smile at me, when you grace my hand with yours I believe that it's real. But for you it isn't as big of a deal. And that hurts because it was something special to me.
I have memorized the color of your eyes, and have dreams about the curves of your face. Sometimes I can feel your touch linger up my arm, and your kiss just below my collar bone.
I love the way you hands are rough from your work, but are gentle in a tender moment of care. I love the way you gracefully arch your back, and roll your neck in moments of relaxation.
But then it hits me, I can't have your heart. The part of you I seek after the most. It belongs to another, and not to mine own waiting heart. But I still believe you when you say.....Its a perfect day gene....and I will always believe you.