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
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- mouse-- anonymouse Muse anony muse if there was no fear, if you could always say, what you want, what you feel, say what you believe to be real, if you could be yourself, you could live, you could love, and they wouldn't judge you, and they wouldn't stone you, and they couldn't find you, when the time for your ultimate demise had come, what would you say? would you call out injustice? would you break down walls? would you steel a kiss? would you cease to exist? too much honesty, not enough scrutiny, could you live-- anonymously? if you dont know me, can you still judge me? sure, you can -- but I wont take it so personally anymore
3 comments:
Questions that once again will never be answered. A good post.....again. Loved it!
On a different side of things....I would utter your name, care and dream.
I will. I do.
When I read this, I have my own 'her' in my mind. And it makes me (sad). But not really sad. But...sort of sad. Damn. This was good. Brought imagery and life for me
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