some forgotten traveler , jeans worn, tortured eyes
lost in my thoughts, silent and watchful
he dreams of me
its my face he sees when he closes his eyes
the pain we both feel
the lies we we both tell
he searches for me
i am gone before he gets there
he is the love of my life
we created each other, spoke life into each other
i am consider sin to him
forbidden and obscured
tantalizing in my awareness
i have craved him for so long; he has tasted me on the wind
letting me touch all of him, not knowing what the night would bring
he is the face i see when i close my eyes
eyes tortured , some times confussed, not knowing if obsession and love are different or the same
we have crossed on so many levels, and yet we end up in the same place
most start in heaven, but we both know the truth hell gave birth to the torture and the pain
we have lived there for too long fighting our way out losing footing, but getting there
he held out his hand for me, and i for him someday we will meet our story will merge and the words that will be written, " i have know your face a lifetime
carrie ann kawa 9/1998
well i am back this one is 11 years old its not about anyone just the idea of some one again another dream my subconscience has its way with me
hey wonder wall hello -----------------------later carrie
About Me
- BLUEMONDAY
- las vegas, nevada, United States
- i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .
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