does it come in use that my loves have been beaten down
over and over how my heart has been corrupted
by mere humanity and beautiful looks

now I know how I speak of you
when times passes and thoughts come aside
next to me
and you are forsaken
lost as emeralds in the dirt
and I have to be the one to look for you?
while you leave me here waiting
with the weight of the world
on my poor little thing that beats
and I feel it in my neck sometimes

and if I do not search
shall I sit in dust gravel
while the needles sink into the bottom of my waist
speaking to myself
speaking to myself
and you shall come

end my pain
the torturous grief within each pore
and
I will never leave
I will never leave

I will hold my breathe
as I have never done before
I will feel bitter maybe even jealous
because I will always be so overwhelmed
I might even get scared
im hurting my hands
with the pounding on the walls

let me find you
or come to me