jacksparrow613

Narrator: Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore- While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, SFX: (tap-tap-tap) Narrator: As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Actor: Tis some visitor rapping at my chamber door- only this and nothing more. *looks back at books* Narrator: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-the rare and ra

When you asked me what was wrong, I never answered. I was too upset, too hurt. When you asked me what you did I couldn't explain what was running through my mind. So I told you It's not what you did, it's what you didn't. It was all the things you've never done. That's the way it's always been, And I fear it always will be. You never showing any emotion, Locked up in yourself, afraid. Me feeling like I've unlocked my heart For all my secrets to be known, Trying to get you to do the same. It's like you're a tight bolted lock And I'm always the one With the wrong key. You say you really care, Even though you never show