When There's Nothing Left to Say

When I say my final words
When I no longer have a breath to take
When I no longer exist
When I don't have another move to make...

When I'm gone from this place
Never to return again
When I venture to a place
I had never before been...

When I cease to talk
When there's nothing left to say
When my time finally comes
When I can no longer live another day...

This is the time when I need you to understand
that you never knew everything about me
because I kept hidden deep inside
for no one to ever see

I want you to know that it's not your fault
It was I that kept you from me
I just knew you wouldn't understand
everything that I just happened to be

Now my time is up
and I have left you with alot of mystery
You may not know the real me
but you'll always have our history

After I die, that's the part of me
I want you to keep in mind
The answers to who I really am
are answers you will not find

So don't even bother
You're a little too late
I chose to hide myself from everyone
I chose this as my fate

Remember the me I chose to show
Forget the parts you didn't know
Those parts will be forgotten in Heaven
Those parts are what make 457

                      - May 18 / 2002

Author's Notes/Comments: 

All my close friends know that 457 is my favorite number, but none know why. 457 is also the only tattoo that I have.

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significance_of_2's picture

this piece sizzles with a truth that few of us acknowledge as a fact of truth and more take forgranted never pondering its depth until after we have crossed over... wow uncomparable, the mystery of who we be individually....KUDOS!

Stacey aka janae catt

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