here in the heaven I created within myself away from the physical necessities of life and love I find the emptyness that I have made and the love I often dreamed of yet in this palace of tears and words your shrine has not been blessed so alone I sit before your memory tired and forelornly depressed in my nose, the scent of you lingers as if you were here and my mind sees you everywhere while I live within my fear I had you once before me and yet I threw it all away like a dried roses petals I never saw more than today yet now that you are gone I know the hole you filled now just a remainder of my former self for your leaving truely killed you never said a word in anger silent were the tears you cried my eyes were closed from you that day that day in which you died so now as I sit before your throne dreaming of the you that went away may you still love me for what I did and protect me from the light of day
If staying up 'til 4:30AM and plotting against people you are supposed to like makes you this creative, than I say, "Go for it, you NUT!" hehehe.... When did you write this? This is fabulous! Really. Quit standing on that chair and flailing your arms around and write another one!
well... ummm I wrote it just when I posted it. only took me about ten minutes while you were busy making dinner and me and mike were taking turns on the computer. but if you want to know the exact time I posted it, then it is listed right next to name I put in... *evil grin*
Glen Hope, PA USA
sorry hun. if it makes you feel better, it's because I'm afriad of large groups of psychos that kidnap me and take me around the capitol area and make me do stupid stuff like talk and dance and put myself into one of those "I'm the man" type of poses. but then again, what if I really am?
(*note to self...stop using that green fungus that grows on rye bread for "alternative uses"...)