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My Hands, Your Lips, Our Eyes.

My hands, you use to say they were perfect.

That I had perfect hands.

I wonder if you even noticed them before you left.

I see my hands everyday, but I never really look at them.

At least I havnt in years. But… Im looking at them now.

Time is showing, the texture is changing.

Fine lines cover my knuckles.

There seems to be more wrinkles where they bend.

They say you can tell someones age by their hands.

I wonder if it’s a fair representation.

I wonder if what my hands where to you, is what your lips are to me.

Soft, pink, plump, warm, delicate, perfect.

I wonder if Id recognize them. If in fact I were to ever see them again.

If we ever see each other again.

Our eyes looked so similar.

Like the same eyes on a different day.

They knew each other so well.

But I wonder if they would recognize each other now? Or later?

Somehow I don’t think so.

A change in shade, hue, fine lines, and wrinkles.

Lines of happiness and pain. Everything in between.

One just as indistinguishable as the other.

I wonder if itd be they cant, or wont want to recognize.

Or maybe theyd wish they had never forgotten.

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Just a random drawing I did,

... Or Give Me Death.

Im nobody, the faceless.

the one you forget and leave nameless.

the one who cares for the careless.

teaches fear to be fearless.

thatll pick you up and be proud of.

the one who will give it all up.

who will bare your pain for a smile.

and all the while....

Im nobody the faceless.

the one forgot, burred nameless

the one trying to find where this pain fits.

wears a mask where their face is

fast loosing their patience.

one thats tired just waiting for days end.

questions existence.

that just want to KNOW.

they made one persons day

then the pain was worth it.

but not taken away

.

The black

just about ready for take off. I can feel it in my breath.

The way it moves through me. shivers up my spine.

it comes on like love. getting me off like lust.

soon it will leave me. Like you in that beauty.

 its the only place… I can go… that you cannot…  follow

Who best to play the fool.

indentations  on your skin. slight discoloration. the truth is sinking in, like your nails along his back. the thoughts are breaking in. oh and if I could Id have given everything. just to make it end. the images in my head. I know its real and that enough for me. its just too much you see.

priceless.

I dont care if you forget my name.

but I want to be worth remembering.

slowing down, screeching to a halt.

never moving forward, nothing moves at all.

the body: organic mechanically.

though this will happen.

we cease to be at all.

by ShawnCoss

1 Truth

the voice is an actor, and the eyes... they can hide. but the heart is honest. we can feel it inside. it feels for all things, all things that we do. all things that we feel can only be true. true cause you felt it, nobody but you. ashamed or embarrassed. its all kept inside.Just to ourselves, to ourselves we cant lie. no matter how hard. and oh how hard we can try. we only know truth in its feeling . no need for words. no room for lies. ...Just love. If you know what that means youll have tears in your eyes. and it beats and it beats and it beats till it dies.