by Khari D. Hawke
I'm always seeing you, I'm always seeing you and feeling you.
I'm always feeling you, I stay feeling you and tasting you,
I'm always tasting you, I can't help but to taste you, I'm always smelling you,
I can't stop smelling you while I'm still hearing you,
My ears are always hearing you;
Filling up my soul with vain hopes of your presence; Entraping my mind with just the thought of you.
My heart overflowing with the with the memory of you. The agony, the uncomfort, the uneasiness.
The exact opposite of what I felt when you were here with me. Next to my heart. Intertwined with my soul.
I'm always seeing you; I see you. I see your braids, I see your brown eyes, I see those pink lips, I see it. I see it so clearly. I see that smile you gave me just to, in turn, make me smile and give me assurance that everything is fine. I see it so vividly. I see that cute and odd waddle that is your walk when you walk ahead of me and it haunts me, yet, I cannot imagine imagining my life without being able to see it.
I 'm always feeling you. Damn, if feel you; your soft touch on my soulder. I feel it still and it haunts me. I feel your arms caressing my body and it terrifies me. I feel your breath on my neck the way I did when we made love. I still feel the cushion of the seats in your buick. I felt it just yesterday and it scared me. I can still feel the cool sheets we cloathed ourselves in from our very first weekend alone, and it frightens me.
I taste you; I still taste the sweet flavor of your small lips. The succulence of both ends of your love are yet, still imprinted and engraved on my tonuge. The sweetness of your essesnce leaving me with a taste for more, I still taste that too. And it still taste damn good too.
Oh baby I smell you. BonDjié; still, I smell you. I smell the scent of your favorite cologne everytime I reach the Bonnet Carré. Oh what I would give just to dwell upon the spillway savor your scent always. Aahhh that sweet smeeling savor. I smell your presence and what a wondeful presence it is. I still smell the marijuana on your clothes after you told me you wouldn't smoke that day and OHHHH what I would give right now to be high, to be influenced, to be inebreated and overcome by the scent of marijuana on your body. Marijuana plus your body oil produces the most exotic, intoxicating, and sweet perfume and it is priceless. No form of currency nor any jewel can rightly claim its worth, and, I can still smell the sweet aroma from taking out your 2 week old braids. The bitter yet sweet smell of the dirt running down the drain as I, once upon a time, washed your sins and frustrations away. Ahhh and what a wondeftul smell it is. Pleasing to my nostrils and stimulating to my senses.
I still hear you. I hear you D.S. I hear your vouce loud and clear. I hear you practicing the vocal excercises I taught you when teaching you to sing. I hear you singing my favorite song from Carmen not knowing that I was near. I hear you telling me you're working late, but that you'd still stop by my place.
It's horrifying...It destroys me. Yet how can something that hurts so bad bring me such peace, joy, and serenity? I understand it no better than you but the only difference is. I want to. I want to feel it. I need to feel it. I live to feel it and I love to feel it. While you.....you god made of flesh...you walking living poem...you omen of life and mortal evidence of love....you.....you............you! You probably don't even recall this feeling or even remember it ever existed.
I'd say that You're gone, and that it is time that I let you go, but that would not be true. Because in my life, you still live on. You're here...In my life....in my heart....in my mind....and in my soul. So instead, I'll psyc myself. I'll say....I'm gone! I'm gone now. I'm out of your life and we are over. Now, you must let me go. You have no choice but to let me go. You've moved on and I'm still here so I'm sorry, but you must let me go. Our time with each other has run its coarse. Our season is now over so, I'm sorry my love but you must let me go. It is now time for you to let me go. Free me from your spell. Grant me liberty from your trance. Let me go...I implore you; I beesech you. Let me go. Our time is at an end. Please. PLEASE!.....Let me go!!!
I'm always seeing you, I'm always seeing you and feeling you.
I'm always feeling you, I stay feeling you and tasting you,
I'm always tasting you, I can't help but to taste you, I'm always smelling you,
I can't stop smelling you while I'm still hearing you,
My ears are always hearing you.
I'm always seeing you, I'm always seeing you and feeling you.
I'm always feeling you, I stay feeling you and tasting you,
I'm always tasting you, I can't help but to taste you, I'm always smelling you,
I can't stop smelling you while I'm still hearing you,
My ears are always hearing you;
Filling up my soul with vain hopes of your presence; Entraping my mind with just the thought of you.
My heart overflowing with the with the memory of you. The agony, the uncomfort, the uneasiness.
The exact opposite of what I felt when you were here with me. Next to my heart. Intertwined with my soul.
I'm always seeing you; I see you. I see your braids, I see your brown eyes, I see those pink lips, I see it. I see it so clearly. I see that smile you gave me just to, in turn, make me smile and give me assurance that everything is fine. I see it so vividly. I see that cute and odd waddle that is your walk when you walk ahead of me and it haunts me, yet, I cannot imagine imagining my life without being able to see it.
I 'm always feeling you. Damn, if feel you; your soft touch on my soulder. I feel it still and it haunts me. I feel your arms caressing my body and it terrifies me. I feel your breath on my neck the way I did when we made love. I still feel the cushion of the seats in your buick. I felt it just yesterday and it scared me. I can still feel the cool sheets we cloathed ourselves in from our very first weekend alone, and it frightens me.
I taste you; I still taste the sweet flavor of your small lips. The succulence of both ends of your love are yet, still imprinted and engraved on my tonuge. The sweetness of your essesnce leaving me with a taste for more, I still taste that too. And it still taste damn good too.
Oh baby I smell you. BonDjié; still, I smell you. I smell the scent of your favorite cologne everytime I reach the Bonnet Carré. Oh what I would give just to dwell upon the spillway savor your scent always. Aahhh that sweet smeeling savor. I smell your presence and what a wondeful presence it is. I still smell the marijuana on your clothes after you told me you wouldn't smoke that day and OHHHH what I would give right now to be high, to be influenced, to be inebreated and overcome by the scent of marijuana on your body. Marijuana plus your body oil produces the most exotic, intoxicating, and sweet perfume and it is priceless. No form of currency nor any jewel can rightly claim its worth, and, I can still smell the sweet aroma from taking out your 2 week old braids. The bitter yet sweet smell of the dirt running down the drain as I, once upon a time, washed your sins and frustrations away. Ahhh and what a wondeftul smell it is. Pleasing to my nostrils and stimulating to my senses.
I still hear you. I hear you D.S. I hear your vouce loud and clear. I hear you practicing the vocal excercises I taught you when teaching you to sing. I hear you singing my favorite song from Carmen not knowing that I was near. I hear you telling me you're working late, but that you'd still stop by my place.
It's horrifying...It destroys me. Yet how can something that hurts so bad bring me such peace, joy, and serenity? I understand it no better than you but the only difference is. I want to. I want to feel it. I need to feel it. I live to feel it and I love to feel it. While you.....you god made of flesh...you walking living poem...you omen of life and mortal evidence of love....you.....you............you! You probably don't even recall this feeling or even remember it ever existed.
I'd say that You're gone, and that it is time that I let you go, but that would not be true. Because in my life, you still live on. You're here...In my life....in my heart....in my mind....and in my soul. So instead, I'll psyc myself. I'll say....I'm gone! I'm gone now. I'm out of your life and we are over. Now, you must let me go. You have no choice but to let me go. You've moved on and I'm still here so I'm sorry, but you must let me go. Our time with each other has run its coarse. Our season is now over so, I'm sorry my love but you must let me go. It is now time for you to let me go. Free me from your spell. Grant me liberty from your trance. Let me go...I implore you; I beesech you. Let me go. Our time is at an end. Please. PLEASE!.....Let me go!!!
I'm always seeing you, I'm always seeing you and feeling you.
I'm always feeling you, I stay feeling you and tasting you,
I'm always tasting you, I can't help but to taste you, I'm always smelling you,
I can't stop smelling you while I'm still hearing you,
My ears are always hearing you.
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