Encircle me with dreams-
flower into something beautiful,
intense if you will. Bring back
a momento so I can feel like
I am part of you. A picture frame,
a book, a dust covered pebble from
the ground on which you walk.
I need this object, this thing
so I can feel loved-wanted.
Will words suffice? Will a look
satisfy my need-my desire?
I think the sand is almost gone.
There's nothing to hold on to
anymore. Slipping, slipping...
hanging by a thread from your
favorite shirt. Why won't you appear?
Why won't you come into this
world of mine? This world in which
there is so much love, so much to
give, so much to share-no one
to appreciate it. Time is of the
essence, but it's running short.
I keep thinking I'll find an
airhole, Then I can start breathing
again-then I can start living again.
-copyright 1999-
Reason for writing:
I'm at a wierd 'turning point' in my life right now, and I'm not really sure what-or who-I want.I'd really appreciate your comments.
Birth sign: Taurus
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