My friends have cross tattoos Verses on wrists and calves, Hands pierced with nails- Symbols of a love craved. But never found; not where It was promised. Some doors Don't open, despite the desperate knock. So we draw the door on our skin. We're getting closer now, My friends and I, closer to a life Without end, to love without condition. This love we were on our skin
Are we still here Are we still loving. Were we as lost as they said?