I can't breathe unless it's
your air.
Spaced out and blind until you're
right there.
I am hollow; a haven to your despair.
Fill me up then empty me again.
I'll find the purpose as I
travel, twist across your skin.
Are you open yet?
Let me in.
Take me home.
Find a feeling for my tired soul.
You are all I have and
I am growing cold.
Tired eyes, Tired arms
searching for someone to hold.
My love for you
Can only grow.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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