• 12/17/08 By: Brandon K. McLemore
    “I Feel…”


    I am a distant soul lost in dispare seeking her touch again, again in pain but want her love still.
    I wonder is she will feel the pain that lover’s heart sought out, sought out no pain…just a tender heart for my care.
    I hear the heartbeet of every lover stunned, cracking blood flowing teary vain cut blood fountained heart.
    I want to expereance the tenderness feeling of wipping the tears from her cheek.
    I am a distant soul lost in dispare seeking her touch again, again in pain but want her love still.

    I pretend that I don’t care about your choice, your soul was to gentle for such hurtful actions.
    I feel the firery ashes of painful memories blow in the sacred wind, the blood drops so crimson red from being the darkness.
    I touch the dreams of her inner disiers softly felt, making it easyer for her to handle.
    I worry that I will giot through life being remembered by no great acomplishments, that I will never feel love back when given love.
    I cry for the nothingness in my own darkness, yet I cry for everything that is nothingness.
    I am a distant soul lost in dispare seeking her touch again, again in pain but want her love still.

    I understand you are young, that life has been kind to you, and have not expereanced lover’s pain.
    I say that life is too short, that hell is one step away, but I don’t know true hell or lifes hardships.
    I dream that the light will prevale, that the darkness dies with these sadened emotions and buried forever.
    I try to care for her like I should, I should be this way or that way.
    I hope for everlasting breath, for this pain to end and to never surface again.
    I am a distant soul lost in dispare seeking her touch again, again in pain but want her love still.