Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
Every day is just like the
Last; desperation flashes
Through me; I swallow, again.
A million hands that
Caress me, touch and
Treasure me; that’s love
You speak a language I have
Forgotten, move in ways that
Stir me like another life
I’ve lived too long, and
Seen too much. My bones
Ache for rest and peace
We only see each
Other through frosted
Glass, shapes and colors
It’s not really gone,
These are just seeds for
the future, waiting
Somehow I was the last one
Who cared, after everyone
Forgot. Even you gave up.
But I persisted, to my
Injury and regret, for
Some unknown motivation.
There are moments I get stuck
In, for years and years. It’s just
Endless recrimination.
I’m who you love while
You’re waiting for the
One you really want
I sense that I will
Break through or break down
Perhaps both will be