How do I stop the boiling of blood,
when you remove your body from mine?
How do I stop the spinning,
long after you have stopped the merry-go-round?
Where do I keep the water,
that drips from my eyes that your hands no longer catch?
Where do I keep my promises,
now that your presence eludes me?
Sometimes we never know what we miss until it is gone.
Some things can not be taken back....
Like this bullet to the soul it has no ears,
and it can not be withdrawn nor recalled.
There are two kinds of pedestrians...the quick and the dead. Drive it like you stole it.
[This message has been edited by First__Knight (edited 02-27-2000).]