The absence of the physicality of you not being here has taken over some part of my normal being. I have tried to let you back onto my paintings of art, but the words are not coming to me. I have played the game of tug-a-war with the passion that I have for you, and yes it is undeniable that my love for you is deep, and if I was cut, I would bleed your words and rhyme schemes onto the aisle. Through these times my passion for you has grown deeper than ever expected, the years have matured me. The love for your words have given me strength to continue on with this master piece, but at the same time there is the sense of not being good enough...but for whom I ask?
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Virgin of the Mic
The absence of the physicality of you not being here has taken over some part of my normal being. I have tried to let you back onto my paintings of art, but the words are not coming to me. I have played the game of tug-a-war with the passion that I have for you, and yes it is undeniable that my love for you is deep, and if I was cut, I would bleed your words and rhyme schemes onto the aisle. Through these times my passion for you has grown deeper than ever expected, the years have matured me. The love for your words have given me strength to continue on with this master piece, but at the same time there is the sense of not being good enough...but for whom I ask?
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