Every morning I roll over...grab my phone
I can't wait to see if you have messaged me
then your words invade me, swallowing me whole
"You'll never hear from me again"
The phone is placed at my breast
where my heart beats...hands holding on tight
as I remember the you that I first met, then
"You'll never hear from me again"
At least for today, I will hold you in love and light
as I always have...at least for today
I'll be whispering you to me, wishing you were here until I hear
"You'll never hear from me again"
The morning fades and thoughts of what was
the feelings of what is, engulf my soul with the touch that is as
soft as a birds feather sweet to the senses...painful remembrance
"You will hear from me again"
When your life gives you moments of silence
When you allow yourself to remember the freedom to be
When you miss the me in you
When your done swearing at the moon
"I'll be here, waiting to hear from you..."
(No Mail)
still
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
Every morning I roll over...grab my phone
I can't wait to see if you have messaged me
then your words invade me, swallowing me whole
"You'll never hear from me again"
The phone is placed at my breast
where my heart beats...hands holding on tight
as I remember the you that I first met, then
"You'll never hear from me again"
At least for today, I will hold you in love and light
as I always have...at least for today
I'll be whispering you to me, wishing you were here until I hear
"You'll never hear from me again"
The morning fades and thoughts of what was
the feelings of what is, engulf my soul with the touch that is as
soft as a birds feather sweet to the senses...painful remembrance
"You will hear from me again"
When your life gives you moments of silence
When you allow yourself to remember the freedom to be
When you miss the me in you
When your done swearing at the moon
"I'll be here, waiting to hear from you..."
(No Mail)
still
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