you are here yesterday when I wrote that I Love You. and you are here again when I post your picture. i think you are always here beside me eventhough you haven't been to my dreams again. maybe that's why you haven't been there... as you are always beside me. As we've promised. maybe that's why i haven't felt you because you are right here inside me, beside me. I still ached though. for your voice. laughter. and all you. i really hope there would still be me.... and you beyond here.
5.7.09
There is nothing left of me...
Apart from this heart that's empty..
A shell of myself still beating, still breathing...
I buried my soul with you.
My love with you.
It may change, but now...
All that's left of me...
Is You.
your love
memories
smile
laughter
smell
touch
all that is you.
And my words.
I LOVE YOUUntil there's no more to love,
Like the dew sticks to the leaves & falls to the ground,
Like the rain soaks the earth & the heat lifts it away,
Like I breath to live
Until it stops, until I cease, until I cease to love. I LOVE You. More that you know. More than I know it myself. More than I was willing to admit. More than we both know. Maybe not more, but I love You.
i'd like to write this with my hand. with the flick of my wrist. With the stroke of my fingers. With a pencil held between it. i'd like my thoughts in it. My shadow, my stares, my laughter, and the tears behind it. i'd like to write this with my palm caressing the paper. with my eyes on the lines, careful not to write beyond it. with the ink dripping on the pages. bonding with the paper, as one, conveying a message. Hoping you'd have a glimpse of the light behind the words. The beating of the heart of the writer, i hope you'll hear. inside the pages, you'll taste my tears, hear the echoes of my whisper, the crackles of my laughter in the air. And lend me your shoulder to lean on. but now, just let your eyes taste the words... and feel. Feel the sensation touching your heart. reaching, reaching... endlessly. i've shared with you...... a piece of me. -cc-24/3/10