My senses are numb
“How much to do you love me?” she said to her love
The man stretched out his arms, so much he could catch the closest dove.
“This much,” He said, his voice so soft you could glide.
A car crashed, he jumped out to catch her, and died.
To go a day without his face,
Will only add to the things that I misplace.
To hear everything but his voice,
Will only eliminate my choice.
To go a day without his touch,
Will only loosen realities clutch.
To see him and never speak
Will only leave me to sob and weep.
To never taste the freedom that I feel around him,
Will only leave me on a shackled limb.
To go a day without his sweet aroma,
Will only seal me into this eternal emotionless coma.
Can’t you see,
Without you there can be no “we.”
That without that word all my senses useless.
`Cause every time I do anything there’s something I’ll always miss.
“How much to do you love me?” she said to her love
The man stretched out his arms, so much he could catch the closest dove.
“This much,” He said, his voice so soft you could glide.
A car crashed, he jumped out to catch her, and died.
 [Caricature_of_Intimacy] · Mon Jun 11, 2007 @ 04:53am · 1 Comments |
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