you make me laugh
and I smile at your words
my heart is lifted
and my soul is fed
your words flow
intravenously
into my blood
like I need you to survive
to keep me alive
pictures painted
with consonants and vowels
a string of words
that bind my wrists
my heart
and I am there with you
for every step you take
my feet
my heart
will follow you
where ever you lead
you make me cry
tears of anger and loss
tears shed at your plight
I hoped and prayed
that this time
when I read your story again
that this time
maybe you wouldn't die.
I love reading, I re-read a book recently that made me cry...
I was at work and someone said "oh you are crying.. why, what happened?" and I said "I knew the character died, but... I hoped this time he wouldn't.."
Yeah.. a bit silly :o)