One more empty gesture in a world of faded cards.
All my walls are caving in.
The bottom is overwhelming.
Equal days and equal nights,
wind from all directions.
I don't want to pull you under.
Face up, eyes closed.
I need you, I need to let go of it.
My stitches are open.
The cuts you've made will never heal.
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Angst & Romance, Words: 66, Published: 7/7/2003