© 2004 Black Tangled Heart

I want to trace my fingers down
Your cheek, I want
To rip my nails into
Your back, I
Want to hold your heart inside
My fist and then
Show you that my heart is
Fragmented now; dead-weight now

I want you to
Run your hands through my hair, and
I wish you would
Gently hold my waist, so
I could take hold of all that is you
In my arms, everything
Even if I find that it is

I want to tear us down, so I
Could never build us up to be
What we never were and
Hope for what could not
Happen – if

I weren't
Fragmented now
And you not
Deadweight now