matthewcharlestaylor

I wonder what you're like? What is it like to kiss you? I imagine a total feeling of emptiness consumes anyone who even attempts such a bold move. You cannot be understood, and quite frankly you're beyond the confinds of the human mind.  You cannot be explained, nor can you be understood by anyone.   You can merely be experienced. but by your nature, no one will ever live to tell of the experience. and by your nature everyone's curiosity will eventually be cured, and they will know for a brief moment what you are like. In that final moment, as life is fading from my body, I WILL BE BOLD! I will attempt to kiss you, and as your lips pre

Everytime I walk up these stairs that lead from my front door to the bed where I sleep, I do it... shit, I don't know how I do it; quite frankly I'm suprised I do it all.  With each step up each stair my legs become a little bit heavier, and my ankles a bit weaker until I feel like giving up, leaning back, and falling with every hope that I break my neck in a terrible fall.  That's all this experience has been, right? Just a terrible fall. Everytime I walk up these stairs that lead from my front door to the bed where I sleep, I do it still with a pinch of hope in the back of my mind. Hope is the second thing to go before you die.  "still the

Everytime I walk up these stairs, that lead to your house from my car, I do it with hope!  Hope that the words I've choked back for months might slowly and subtly creep out. One at a time, gently and sweetly finding their way to your ear as a delicate, soft tune; ever so pleasing and never cheap or fleating. Everytime I walk up these stairs, that lead to your house from my car, I do it with hope! Hope that when one door closes another door opens and that soon, as I ring the doorbell, you'll let me in. (which is of course a metaphor). In plain words I mean to say "I'm asking you, will you let me in? I could think of nothing better than your c