Oct 25, 2004 02:45
i whisper with eyes
that tell love's story,
of the misshaped heart
never beating til morning,
A beautiful soul in need of something warm
you are
your mirrors reflect my face,
reflect my voice,
inject my taste,
you remember me,
im everywhere,
im what you see,
im what you want,
im what you need
a really good friend of mine wrote that. man, i wish i could express myself with such beauty and grace. i always feel so repetitive tho. grr. that frustratest me.
beautiful but tainted...in pain...with out thoughts...or happiness...forgotten as such a person with out love...with out dreams that seem binding...with out a heart to seem real...i stand with out to feel...to feel nothing...with out nothing...
kurt mullis, i admire you more than you'll ever know.