3/11/13

i don't know the story
don't know the rhyme
the words flowed so beautifully
and from your lips they sang
they draw near
myself to blame
the sadness weakens me
yet you hold me stronger
lost in words, thought, but even more soul
the beams of light from your window
or is it just your presence
why does this darkness hold me
when i'm so close
i feel the warmth on my skin
but the bitter chill to my back
the goose bumps rise and my skin draws tight
the hairs on my arm in solute
darkness consumes me
it eats me whole
you were a beautiful thought
beyond the metronome