The Edge.

 these bitter thoughts,

i can't help but fall vulnerable,

weakened to my heart,

these pieces fall away,

as i struggle to keep them together,

so helpless like sand in between my fingers....

 

the ghost of your past,

still comes around,

it still comes around....

im on the edge,

this is on the edge,

 

the very start of something,

what is this? what is this molding into?

the beginning of our lives?

or the end of something deceiving?

an echo that there is love?

or a forever commitment?

 

my thoughts, to ripe to comprehend,

to naive to care,

to restless to believe....

as words pour from my eyes,

you begin to understand.

unlike any others capabilities,

it is you....

when im on edge.