I sit here with you in my arms, Knowing you will have to go. I kiss you once, Knowing it is one more to the last. You start to pull away And I tighten my hold. I don’t want you to leave, Knowing where you will go. Your lovely hair, Your ebony locks, Brush against my cheek. I take the curls and wrap them ‘round, And tighten my hold. I’m sure you felt no pain, And now we can be together forever. I hold you now In my arms, Forever.
One more day. Twenty six more hours of chained freedom before the illusion of my freewill is drawn away and once more I will lie alone once more, no faded dream to soften the harshness of reality.
BloodRavyn · Sun Aug 14, 2005 @ 04:47am · 0 Comments |