It's tragic, this love.
How I clutch to your lips
like the ledge over a raging river,
fingers slipping,
slipping.
How my eyes plead to you,
to pull me to safety,
into you arms,
into your eyes.
I plead for your words,
like a drought needs the rain,
my life needs your breath,
your heartbeat.
It's tragic, this love.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
It's tragic, this love.
How I clutch to your lips
like the ledge over a raging river,
fingers slipping,
slipping.
How my eyes plead to you,
to pull me to safety,
into you arms,
into your eyes.
I plead for your words,
like a drought needs the rain,
my life needs your breath,
your heartbeat.
It's tragic, this love.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2014
