Sleeping all the time it follows me.
Try to breathe but nothing is sacred.
Try to freeze but you've left me,
In this place
Pillars of salt,
Don't look back.
You can't see me how I am,
What you are to me is everything
And it fills me.
Burning from the inside out.
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Romance, Words: 59, Published: 7/7/2003