The pressure fills,
the darkness covers all,
on my own, it gets too much.
Never good enough,
Always lacking,
As you carry on blind to it all.
I take my last breath,
Its like I'm dead inside,
The neutral feeling embraces my body,
Surges through my veins,
And controls my soul,
Without you, I fall to this,
Lowering to a numb cavity,
The life inside me rots like a flower,
Browned and dry,
Its left as nothing.
Everyday feels like winter,
So cold and depressing.
But when our hands touch,
My soul will ignite,
A fire burning long into the night,
Its recumbent limbs spread.
And circle through all our days
The days always drag on,
But the fire in my heart won’t die,
I said some things that I thought I’d never say,
And I can’t lie I have a thing for you.
No, all I need is you.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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