It's only my body
It's not who I am
But if I were to fall
Would you be the one to catch me?
When I'm tired and weak
Would you be able to carry me?
When my worlds gone dark
Could you me help me see the way?
It's only my body
It's not who I am
And when I collapse in your arms
Will you rest me softly in my grave?
When my eyes close only half way
Will your fingers run over them?
When I'm cold like the ground I'm in
Will you warm me with the soil?
It's only my body beneath you
It's not who I am
I cant honestly say that it hasn't crossed my mind
That you may be the one to save me from this
But if I end up underneath you
Know that it is only my body
Rotting under there
It's not who I am
yeahhhhhhhhhh....you'll live forever..only without the body this time...........
You're ability to convey the sense that who we are transcends all physical aspects is quite brilliant. Lovely piece. Best, Sarah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another great piece of writing from top to bottom. but again i love the way you finish this one off. i love your work..