Rating: PG for f/f relationships
Disclaimer: I don't own anything GW
Pairing: D/R
Sometimes
Sometimes it doesn't feel real, Touching you, Feeling you, touch me back.
Knowing you'll never really be my best friend.
But that's okay.
Because I like it.
I'm used to a little animosity, A little pain, It's good for the soul.
I remember a fight we once had, Where I screamed at you. I know.
Me,
Resorting to violence.
But you just bring that side of me to light.
Anyway,
I said you didn't have a soul, That it died along with your father, And that it was no excuse,
Because I had lost mine too,
Twice.
And you laughed and smacked my face, It stung.
But not as much as the tears, Sliding from your wet lashes. I didn't know it then,
But I was the one with nothing to offer,
No soul to give.
But you gave me yours. And taught me where to find my own, In you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything GW
Pairing: D/R
Sometimes
Sometimes it doesn't feel real, Touching you, Feeling you, touch me back.
Knowing you'll never really be my best friend.
But that's okay.
Because I like it.
I'm used to a little animosity, A little pain, It's good for the soul.
I remember a fight we once had, Where I screamed at you. I know.
Me,
Resorting to violence.
But you just bring that side of me to light.
Anyway,
I said you didn't have a soul, That it died along with your father, And that it was no excuse,
Because I had lost mine too,
Twice.
And you laughed and smacked my face, It stung.
But not as much as the tears, Sliding from your wet lashes. I didn't know it then,
But I was the one with nothing to offer,
No soul to give.
But you gave me yours. And taught me where to find my own, In you.