I thought, at one time, that this could simply all exist for one special person. That was a huge mistake, this is for everyone to find meaning in. Take what you will how you will, enjoy or not, all of that is up to you. I can create what I am inspired to and leave it here in hopes someone will find this feeling that it is for them and only them, while the anyone can feel this way and understand the point - finding meaning in yourself. If you've found this, I love you even more.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
The Stranger Was Good Enough
If today is the last time
the train is going to run, I hope that you know I wish you the very
best in life. I hope that you know I am grateful for all the early
morning sips of your coffee because I left mine on the kitchen
counter at home with my tie. I hope that you know I am sorry to be
losing such a wonderful evening conversationalist after the painfully
long work weeks and the never ending days of staring at a computer
screen, confined between gray barriers in a crowded office somewhere
for hours and hours on end. And if today is the last time this train
is going to run I hope that you know you have gone unnamed for years,
but I will always remember and miss such a beautiful stranger,
Saturday, July 20, 2013
The Songs Remember More Than Us
There is going to come a day when you don't really recall who I was or why we were so happy together, when that time comes I hope that you will turn on your radio and our song will play again, and all those memories will come flooding back to you. I hope that you will be able to feel my arms around you again and taste my sugary lips one last time (even though the taste lasts for years at a time) and that you will regret forgetting all about me all those moments before.Because I promise Time will not take you from my memory, nor will I allow myself to let the songs slip away the way you always seem to do when you run from someone with love for you.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
The Final Words are a Bit Early
When they ask for final thoughts of me at my funeral, please someone say that I was here, I lived, I loved, and I wrote something for everyone hoping that someday I would be something special, someone famous just so that I could change at least one life on my own. When they ask you for the things that I enjoyed I have to ask for someone to say that I liked anything artistic especially if it was created by you. And just before everyone leaves I want someone, anyone at all, to tell them, to scream it to the world that I loved you .
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