I can still feel your hand on my shoulder.
You against me,
Your touch growing bolder.
I hate you for this
What you've made me miss,
My skin still heats with your memory.
I can finally say
Your face has started to fade
That the cool light of dawn
Brings my mind back to me whole
I've seen my heart shatter
No. Maybe unfold.
I watched a broken man clatter,
through his life wearing a blindfold.
This is what I have left.
After all the touches and tears.
My soul, drifting in waters uncharted.
My mind, expanding beyond imagination.
My heart, not whole, but healing.
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
I can still feel your hand on my shoulder.
You against me,
Your touch growing bolder.
I hate you for this
What you've made me miss,
My skin still heats with your memory.
I can finally say
Your face has started to fade
That the cool light of dawn
Brings my mind back to me whole
I've seen my heart shatter
No. Maybe unfold.
I watched a broken man clatter,
through his life wearing a blindfold.
This is what I have left.
After all the touches and tears.
My soul, drifting in waters uncharted.
My mind, expanding beyond imagination.
My heart, not whole, but healing.