I wish I could
Scrape the faults off
like old and worn paint
From the wall I created.
But my nails are worn
From fighting and climbing
Up these holes I somehow dig
Unknowingly.
As soon as I see light and breathe
In the sweet scent of your presence,
I slip.
I fall.
But I'm tired
and I can't climb again this time.
Not alone.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
I wish I could
Scrape the faults off
like old and worn paint
From the wall I created.
But my nails are worn
From fighting and climbing
Up these holes I somehow dig
Unknowingly.
As soon as I see light and breathe
In the sweet scent of your presence,
I slip.
I fall.
But I'm tired
and I can't climb again this time.
Not alone.
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