Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Speed Of Feeling









Now you've gone too fast. Now, you've made me leave me behind.

17 comments:

mrspaceman said...

How much is it worth
not counting money
If I think I can talk
like a friend to you
and cry, laugh, or
smile for us
and you
But then it's only me
trying hard in this way
to say
something
to listen to you
as if i knew you could really
love me

Indie.Tea said...

:-D There are so meanings in your words.

ongho said...

Come with me, now, now!
Fly fast, and last! Don't worry-
I'll pull you with me.

Izzah Abd Malik said...

I don't understand. I thought we have agree to walk in our own path at our own pace.

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I love being here. Like, so much:)

Nikita said...

its amazing undoubtedly....loving each word of urs...

zonedin said...

How can I deny myself the thrill of this ride? I only wish my words could catch up to explain what you make me feel. Sound is so much slower than light.

Cass said...

Tell me, how should I feel now?

Unknown said...

On behalf of every person on the whole damn planet, I'd like to thank you for making the world a little more beautiful.

Whatever said...

Theres no such thing as too fast. Sometimes it's a relief to escape from who we thought we were, at least for while. It's all we feel now that matters

assumed femme fatale said...

dissecting the hold
everything you say
things I have always wanted to hear
hopes blazing inside my chest
leaving me spinning,
i mean just spinning,
in circles
this forward acceleration
jerking
exponential growth
light touching hidden places in my heart
breaking pieces of me
creating new wells in my heart for light to fill
and feeling, finally seeing
how all the pieces fit together
you make my heart work
the way it should



what I will tell you when you’re asleep & cannot hear me:
I have been in love with you
since always
I know you now


Always,
Yours

x

My Inspirational Thoughts said...

You made me smile:-)thanks

ongho said...

Come with me, now, now!
Fly fast, and last! Don't worry-
I'll pull you with me.

Miss Philosophy said...

The spirit in which a thing is given determines that in which the debt is acknowledged; it's the intention, not the face-value of the gift, that's weighed. Seneca, Letters to Lucilius, 100 A.D. Roman dramatist, philosopher, & politician (5 BC - 65 AD)

Layla said...

You left you a long time ago anyway.
Meaning no disrespect, only the truth.

Anonymous said...

You always know the way back home.

Anonymous said...

Farewell. I hope I could catch up with you soon.

MP said...

I am so in love with you