Apr 14, 2008

December



I remember you,
I inhaled your essence
it brought me out of my shell
Than you spread throughout my veins
taking me to heaven and than as a reminder
straight to hell..
Even tho I have left you behind
you are still a part of who I am today
the little whisper in my mind.
of all that could be
all that was
How hard I struggled to break free
Yet, why do I miss you?

2 comments:

the walking man said...

Lori I have a buddy named Jim Beam. Sometimes I want to look him up just for old times sake but then I think. "Fuck him"; he only calls quietly from the past, he is no longer a part of my present.

Peace

mark

Lori said...

Mark,

My past is my past. It haunts me, but I have finally garnered enough sense to know that the past is where it belongs. Thank you...you made my day...


Lori