Feb 21, 2005 09:32
There is a synchronous thread I've found here
a strange and terrible coincidence
contorted lips mirror interchangeable moods
a slight curl a snarl
a slight curl a sneer
and i love you for it
(but you are gone
you are long gone
and you will be missed
and you have been missed)
your arms and legs were akimbo once
gingerly setting down upon my lap
bones and joints reminding you
entropy kills, love
but not on that sun-bleached summer day
this is what it is like
to make an imprint on someone's life
to push against them
until when you are finally pulled away
your shape is left on them
like ink from a typewriter
like grass stains from sleeping out in the field
one too many times
and though time makes liars of us all
(because let's face it, I'm romanticizing you even now)
you'll exist as truth
in the corners of my eyes and lips
in the hallowed recesses of the organic
where i still need you
yeah i still need you
and you were all i got