Thursday, March 22, 2007

Its been too Long

This next lil bit is something a lil more private than I would usually post, but Since it means so much to me I wanted to share it.

It’s been too long. I walked inside your mom’s second story apartment and saw your brown eyes shift from the mirror to me. At first I don’t think you believed what lay before you, but the second your mind caught up with reality your feet began to move and the distance between us closed. The 6 feet that separated us at that moment was the shortest distance since I can remember. Time slowed to a screeching halt, each step seemed to span a month that I had been away, and every one of those is too long. You leaped into my arms and held me so tight that I thought I was inside you. Not in the sexual way, but in the ideal that our two souls were merged for a moment that will be etched into eternity. You broke the connection only to place the most spectacular kiss on my lips that I have ever felt. I couldn’t breathe, and I’ve never had a kiss to take my breath away. I was lost in the moment, even with your sister watching us; I couldn’t break the closeness I had been feigning for so long. It was like a kiss from an angel breathing life into the depths of me. It was like warmth of a sun that was hidden for a blizzard filled winter. I have kissed you a thousand times and not once was it like this. It was something I will never forget, and am forever grateful to experience with you.

How Long Will They Mourn Me???

How Long Will They Mourn Me???


You don’t really know what ya got till it’s gone,
With that being said,
How long will they mourn me???
They say I love you, and I got you J,
But would they stand starin thru the haze at my coffin
Would they approach her with a glaze in their eyes
And explain to my momma how I made my exit…?
Because I made too many promises
And told too many It’s not goodbye, but see ya later
If I broke them all how long would they mourn me?

Plans change, and people go their different ways,
But would they celebrate the good times,
And remember what went wrong when they went sour?
Would they remember sittin at the house hour after hour
Talking bout how we can’t wait for our lives to flower
Life to blossom and to see which road we travel
But how long would ya mourn me
If I wasn’t strollin down that unpaved gravel?

Would they see me as an unpleasant speed bump?
Or a sight that could take your breath away?
All I know is that I live my life each and everyday
Like its my last because I will never know…
How long they mourn me…