Posted by shyla at 1:26pm Apr 22 '08I think I thought so I thought I could think
Sparingly, at my own pace
But seconds become measured by the lingering memory of your touch
And, I do, I do admit that it's too much
For me
So tall and strong and above it all
Years mock this gentle guise
As mere thoughts turn my glide into an aching, treacherous crawl
But you, out loud, mean nothing at all to me
When one becomes two and two becomes three
How could you?
The laughter in my head belies my reply
The ugly, gutteral, false laughter..
is after me, it is
But while it takes residence in my mind
It is not mine.
And I am not his.
Sparingly, at my own pace
But seconds become measured by the lingering memory of your touch
And, I do, I do admit that it's too much
For me
So tall and strong and above it all
Years mock this gentle guise
As mere thoughts turn my glide into an aching, treacherous crawl
But you, out loud, mean nothing at all to me
When one becomes two and two becomes three
How could you?
The laughter in my head belies my reply
The ugly, gutteral, false laughter..
is after me, it is
But while it takes residence in my mind
It is not mine.
And I am not his.