Touch me, it doesn't matter where and it doesnt matter how I need to know I'm still alive so someone touch me now Shake my hand and say hello or pat me on the back kiss me on the cheek that I may feel this sense I lack slap my face and pull my hair make me bleed I just don't care dig your nails into my skin so I can feed this need within I've been numb for such a time that even pain would be sublime so touch me, touch me now I don't care where, I don't care how
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Where have you been with your words that you vowed to whisper softly until they tumbled over the moon? Tranquil images are all I can see in your rhymes that sank deep into the night too soon.
Where are the eyes that lit up my world and filled my pockets with dreams of a life that shines? I am realizing now that what I once was you have steadily changed as you exhaled your lines.
Is my hope a golden thought I love because it dwells in my emotions becoming a journey where I drop to my knees, spelling out words then wonder where they lead into my own circumstances?
Sometimes, when I sleep, I glide over shells, holding the hand of life, forming collages, I could never forget even when I am weary and I speak of past things I should have forgotten over the years.
Where have you been with your words that make me smile in knowing I have found my safe harbor where I can be quiet and revel in the tranquil images you create in my heart and soul?
Do not stand at my grave and weep.. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry.. I am not there. I did not die.