YOU INSPIRE ME
When they finally find my body, they will know that I have loved, that once I loved and that through these veins, the warmth of your body, you scentmade themselves familiar to me in more ways that I can explain with these simple words, characters.the familiarity of culture and the rhythm of our tongues..for you seewhen they look in my eyesso carefully shut. .hiding within the folds of my lids. .the last gaze that I longed to be a part of.to be a part of you..everything we did and everything we talked about doing.all these days gone bythey will see that embedded in the scent of my hair.the stillness of my breath..I once whispered, moaned, shouted your name..and then they will only know.why I did itand why they find my body herecrashed against the rocks.the loneliness I can not or have yet to explain to anyoneI screamand the silence ..makes me sick.and when they finally find my bodythey will see that it is ---was the site where greatness.and failure took place at the same timeand then perhaps they will know.what I can not tell them, explain to them..this that I carry deep in my heartthat I once loved.that I once was lovedand in its absence.and the silliness of the future we talked about.oh the fucking history I live humiliated with.is all that I havewhen they finally find my bodyit will be whole.and your absence will cease to haunt me.
When they finally find my body, they will know that I have loved, that once I loved and that through these veins, the warmth of your body, you scentmade themselves familiar to me in more ways that I can explain with these simple words, characters.the familiarity of culture and the rhythm of our tongues..for you seewhen they look in my eyesso carefully shut. .hiding within the folds of my lids. .the last gaze that I longed to be a part of.to be a part of you..everything we did and everything we talked about doing.all these days gone bythey will see that embedded in the scent of my hair.the stillness of my breath..I once whispered, moaned, shouted your name..and then they will only know.why I did itand why they find my body herecrashed against the rocks.the loneliness I can not or have yet to explain to anyoneI screamand the silence ..makes me sick.and when they finally find my bodythey will see that it is ---was the site where greatness.and failure took place at the same timeand then perhaps they will know.what I can not tell them, explain to them..this that I carry deep in my heartthat I once loved.that I once was lovedand in its absence.and the silliness of the future we talked about.oh the fucking history I live humiliated with.is all that I havewhen they finally find my bodyit will be whole.and your absence will cease to haunt me.
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Edited to say:
And you have the hottest Journal entries too. mmmmmmm
[Edited on Jun 11, 2004 9:56AM]