sometimes I miss you I don't understand why or how but the ache inside me becomes a physical saddness i can't bear... this isn't...
the echo of your laughter and the sounds of your tears the warmth of your hand over mine ... the tenderness in your every
touch.... is that a lie? I can see the rage in your eyes at the tearing honesty of lies to your every breath of trust... sometimes
I can't fathom how hard this really is... and then ... I realize why and it doesn't hurt so much to miss you
a faceless endless void a voice beyond deapth and without reason words that flow like rapid waters lost
in windmills raindrops from clear blue skies. there is no sense to the rage
there's this skit that sometimes plays in my mind... its just a few friends at the bar... one set of girls and one
of guys... girls talking and somewhat emotional to friends who listen... to the best friend that still tells her the
truth... the other guys with the bantar and bullshit and another round... as girls do... the guy bitching and wanting
to understand why the hell she's like that... and the girl wishing he just gave a fuck and could understand... then one
of the guys friends... an older fella with grey hair and a lotta soul in the eyes... just hands the kid a shot.. and replies...
because... she's having to explain to someone e
there is nothing here by way of silence
the mind altering shades of light to ease the constants
simplify the reflection and listen to the softeness of fingertips
brittle lips hold back withered tongue
pearl white lies hang sweetly like the still shot of a hummingbirds wings.
I woke this morning with a smile to mirror the tears in my eyes, the gentle calm and pull of my longing for you
ever apparent when I wake alone... I smell your touch on my skin and your kiss on my lips. I feel the warmth
of your breath on my neck and my skin still prickles from the cool of the morning sun. I dreamt of you last night.
I dreamt of words yet to be said and of hands never left unheld, I saw your eyes and felt the intesity of your heart.
I told you the secrets of my heart and gave room to only you and God in my soul. You made promise of forever, and I
made admittance to the same... I woke this morning with the weight of al
take down the walls and step out from the places I've been hiding. let myself be seen for all that I am... silly and sweet and insicure at times a firecracker held in too tight strings and wound up tightly while dancing in the rain... sparks flutter like fireflies and laughter hurts the hearts aching beat... smiling to hide the sincerity of my missing love and memories that made to bad dreams... letting go of long past history and trying to re-make the girl I was meant to be... talks with a mother that never quite mothered me forgiveness for a father that all but destroyed the innocence I should have been... a catalyst of experience and searc
... I know this is my fault...
I miss you.
I've no way to stop without you.
I don't want to be without you.
Come here...
give me the chance to never let you leave again.
sometimes I miss you I don't understand why or how but the ache inside me becomes a physical saddness i can't bear... this isn't...
the echo of your laughter and the sounds of your tears the warmth of your hand over mine ... the tenderness in your every
touch.... is that a lie? I can see the rage in your eyes at the tearing honesty of lies to your every breath of trust... sometimes
I can't fathom how hard this really is... and then ... I realize why and it doesn't hurt so much to miss you
a faceless endless void a voice beyond deapth and without reason words that flow like rapid waters lost
in windmills raindrops from clear blue skies. there is no sense to the rage
there's this skit that sometimes plays in my mind... its just a few friends at the bar... one set of girls and one
of guys... girls talking and somewhat emotional to friends who listen... to the best friend that still tells her the
truth... the other guys with the bantar and bullshit and another round... as girls do... the guy bitching and wanting
to understand why the hell she's like that... and the girl wishing he just gave a fuck and could understand... then one
of the guys friends... an older fella with grey hair and a lotta soul in the eyes... just hands the kid a shot.. and replies...
because... she's having to explain to someone e
there is nothing here by way of silence
the mind altering shades of light to ease the constants
simplify the reflection and listen to the softeness of fingertips
brittle lips hold back withered tongue
pearl white lies hang sweetly like the still shot of a hummingbirds wings.
I woke this morning with a smile to mirror the tears in my eyes, the gentle calm and pull of my longing for you
ever apparent when I wake alone... I smell your touch on my skin and your kiss on my lips. I feel the warmth
of your breath on my neck and my skin still prickles from the cool of the morning sun. I dreamt of you last night.
I dreamt of words yet to be said and of hands never left unheld, I saw your eyes and felt the intesity of your heart.
I told you the secrets of my heart and gave room to only you and God in my soul. You made promise of forever, and I
made admittance to the same... I woke this morning with the weight of al
take down the walls and step out from the places I've been hiding. let myself be seen for all that I am... silly and sweet and insicure at times a firecracker held in too tight strings and wound up tightly while dancing in the rain... sparks flutter like fireflies and laughter hurts the hearts aching beat... smiling to hide the sincerity of my missing love and memories that made to bad dreams... letting go of long past history and trying to re-make the girl I was meant to be... talks with a mother that never quite mothered me forgiveness for a father that all but destroyed the innocence I should have been... a catalyst of experience and searc
... I know this is my fault...
I miss you.
I've no way to stop without you.
I don't want to be without you.
Come here...
give me the chance to never let you leave again.
i fell in love with your architecture
the cross beams of your cartilage
how your tendons knotted over nerves
like girders, holding up your arms
and the supple curve of neck
a room unto itself
the doors and windows of you
opening
and each brick a voice
that resonates my mortar
the simple stairs of your legs
leading me skyward
where shoulders meet like corridors
and I find myself
taking up residence.