Ghost

stoneygalistoneygali Posts: 148
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Why am I so thristy for him. Still I hear his soul, yet, it's not enough. I would love to see especially feel his soul. There is only one way that I can feel him. Will he agree to it or shoot me dowm. Ooo... how I want to envolpe his body with my arms. 69* ( at least his turso) Alright now I feel shy now!

He is so humble that it wears off on others. It did on me when I met him. I felt so shy, like alittle school girl, while talking to him. I had all those nasty thoughts in my head, but the mere thought of suggesting them to him competely slipped my mind. I was so neverous that I was afraid to ask him for a hug. I was already stealing his quality time. He is my unicorn. He can definity tame a naughty girl. Just by standing before her. He tamed my naughty mind. (Even in visions, he left this strong impression)

In all innocence I wanted to give him a hug and maybe stroke the back of his head. I still wonder what he thought about my tattoo maybe he dosen't like tatt's. I never asked. So his thoughts will remain a mystery!
I never meant to hurt you, mi diablo, mi amigo, but I've built up so much character I have an alter ego. I have to make a clean break & I have to do it quick because the pain you give me babe would make Cal Ripken call in sick!!!
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  • hellbent1hellbent1 Posts: 44
    this is crazy... so poetic and passionate
    "The money flew down and stole my cracker!"

    "Every time I go to the doctors I get a jacket, a straight one. It makes me feel special because I get to hug myself."

    I am myself like you somehow.
    I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me.
    How I've opened up. Release me.
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