Little girl, I think I’m finding you.
I’m opening locked doors with pure feelings.
I’ll rebuild us piece by piece,
Until we’re whole again.
I lost you all those years ago,
Amongst empty cuts and teenage angst,
You faded away into the safest part of my mind.
I want us to be whole again.
I’ve become so twisted and ugly.
I hardly recall your name or face.
I’d really like to get to know you,
My sweet angel.
Give it time my love.
We will be free of this mess.
I’ll fall in love with you again.
You wont have to try and save me this time.
I know it was you,
All the failed suicides,
They’re your doing aren’t they?
It’s been you that’s stopped me.
My peaceful dove,
Wait for this to be over,
We can hold hands through the fields in my head.
You can love me.
Your calm will battle my depression,
And curb my mania.
I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.
Just as it should have been
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
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