still I taste your lips
still I taste your lips
Current mood: miserable
still can feel you at my finger tips.
still i can taste your lips.
your eyes always so full of life and laughter.
only now in the hereafter, does the sensation of
the utter elation, and simple creation of the love i thought we shared,
do crumble and fade.
deep into a pit of despair and self doubt i fall.
without you quietly asking can we go to the mall.
still i try and smile. and feel worthwhile.
but as you left i fear, you have taken a piece and kept it near.
because i still hear you. i still feel you.
i still wake up and reach out to know your there.
and all my hands touch is air.
and i cry because i know your not there.
and you couldn't seem to care.
your quiet grace.your smiling face.
i still experience it all. in my mind and heart.
wishing we could go back to the start of it all. hoping not to fall.
still i taste your lips. and feel you at my fingertips.
the ghostly feelings of you i cannot shake.
i know not what of it to make .
words i speak. cannot change how you feel.
i just wish you could have felt
you could be real.
now as the words we used to speak,fade and my mind go bleak.
i tear myself down. feeling ever the clown, in some giant fools game.
i hunger to hear my name spoken by those beautiful lips.
i thirst for your soft touch.
i ache to hold you close.
i scream out loud. but even in a crowd, no one hears me.
i wonder did you even weep?
for the man with whom you did sleep,lying closer than close,
our bodies and minds feeling as one.
do you feel shame? do you wake up calling my name?!
can you feel my fingertips tracing gently across your smooth flesh?
can you still see my face? smiling as i take you place to place.
can you open your heart right from the start?
can you still taste my lips?
i loved you jimmy... always remember that. and no not just the idea of you. but the whole you .. even what i couldn't see. because you didn't think you could show me ..who you really are..
Current mood: miserable
still can feel you at my finger tips.
still i can taste your lips.
your eyes always so full of life and laughter.
only now in the hereafter, does the sensation of
the utter elation, and simple creation of the love i thought we shared,
do crumble and fade.
deep into a pit of despair and self doubt i fall.
without you quietly asking can we go to the mall.
still i try and smile. and feel worthwhile.
but as you left i fear, you have taken a piece and kept it near.
because i still hear you. i still feel you.
i still wake up and reach out to know your there.
and all my hands touch is air.
and i cry because i know your not there.
and you couldn't seem to care.
your quiet grace.your smiling face.
i still experience it all. in my mind and heart.
wishing we could go back to the start of it all. hoping not to fall.
still i taste your lips. and feel you at my fingertips.
the ghostly feelings of you i cannot shake.
i know not what of it to make .
words i speak. cannot change how you feel.
i just wish you could have felt
you could be real.
now as the words we used to speak,fade and my mind go bleak.
i tear myself down. feeling ever the clown, in some giant fools game.
i hunger to hear my name spoken by those beautiful lips.
i thirst for your soft touch.
i ache to hold you close.
i scream out loud. but even in a crowd, no one hears me.
i wonder did you even weep?
for the man with whom you did sleep,lying closer than close,
our bodies and minds feeling as one.
do you feel shame? do you wake up calling my name?!
can you feel my fingertips tracing gently across your smooth flesh?
can you still see my face? smiling as i take you place to place.
can you open your heart right from the start?
can you still taste my lips?
i loved you jimmy... always remember that. and no not just the idea of you. but the whole you .. even what i couldn't see. because you didn't think you could show me ..who you really are..