you know it was a wonderfully realistic dream...
when you wake with bruises on your inner thighs
Monday, June 18, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
What holds more value
to be loved
or to be respected
what is more important in life
what we do
or how we do
what we do
when this is over
will it matter
when my time has come
will anyone care
will any one utter my name
will anyone dream of me
i dreamt of her again last night
she was right by me
we were in the old house
when she held my hand
i felt the touch
how cold it was
her hands were always cold
the skin was smooth
but the lines were deep
when she leaned into kiss me
she disappeared inside of me
I absorbed her
and that is where she stays
merged with me
forever part of me
dream of me this way
to be loved
or to be respected
what is more important in life
what we do
or how we do
what we do
when this is over
will it matter
when my time has come
will anyone care
will any one utter my name
will anyone dream of me
i dreamt of her again last night
she was right by me
we were in the old house
when she held my hand
i felt the touch
how cold it was
her hands were always cold
the skin was smooth
but the lines were deep
when she leaned into kiss me
she disappeared inside of me
I absorbed her
and that is where she stays
merged with me
forever part of me
dream of me this way
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
I feel as if it has all been said before
I sit in the dark
Want
The things I desire are elusive
There is emptiness
Cold
A touch should bring passion
Not resentment
Anger
How can you lay next to someone who worships you
And feel fully alone
Silence
There are others who long to be beside you
Who would take his place
Deception
Would you trade one pain for another
Would the substitution satisfy
Despondent
A barren heart a
A lush mind
and too many hours in a day
I sit in the dark
Want
The things I desire are elusive
There is emptiness
Cold
A touch should bring passion
Not resentment
Anger
How can you lay next to someone who worships you
And feel fully alone
Silence
There are others who long to be beside you
Who would take his place
Deception
Would you trade one pain for another
Would the substitution satisfy
Despondent
A barren heart a
A lush mind
and too many hours in a day
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