Temporay forevers,
distant tomorrows.
Broken yesterdays
drenched in tears
of sorrow.
Permanent questions
with temporary answers.
These thoughts
have filled me with silence,
spreading through my
body like a cancer.

It was the sweetest start
with the most bitter ending.
My mother's love
is a decision that
is forever pending.
My open wounds
beg for salt,
even though they
throb of the pain
when it gets rubbed in.
I've come close
to death's pool before,
but have never had
the courage to be thrown in.

I ask for you wherever I go,
you're the cure for which
I have always been searching.
The only conclusions
I've ever come to are
those which leave
my soul purging.
Undress my heart
and renew my soul.
Be the *******
which keeps my blood surging.