Why must I stand here holding my heart while each drop of myself crashes to the floor?
The frenzied madness of my mind can't keep up with the mess.
Out of breath, out of time.
Why must I stand here holding my heart while I long to be whole and one with my soul?
The memories plunge the depths of years past when only for a moment our love lasts.
A thoughtful glance, a sured reach for my hand.
Why must I stand here holding my heart when it only longs to be held..by you?
Then I look and see you holding yours too.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
Why must I stand here holding my heart while each drop of myself crashes to the floor?
The frenzied madness of my mind can't keep up with the mess.
Out of breath, out of time.
Why must I stand here holding my heart while I long to be whole and one with my soul?
The memories plunge the depths of years past when only for a moment our love lasts.
A thoughtful glance, a sured reach for my hand.
Why must I stand here holding my heart when it only longs to be held..by you?
Then I look and see you holding yours too.
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