Repetition, Repetition.

I keep wondering myself into nothing.

You give me something to live for.

Yet I keep looking back in questioning ways.

So perfect in my eyes, you are more than Right.

I forgot to say thank you and I meant to.

Say all the things that were golden.

Looking in the mirror, I see a stranger,

And I am half alive in my fifth and sixth rib.

Are you there just to pull me up again?

Author's Note

06.09.2014