If I lie down in
the frozen white,
will you be there
to conjure me awake
before i succumb
to the numbing peace
that entombs me
Or will I continue
to lie there,
slipping deep into
the world while
the stiffness in my
limbs steadily increases
As my thoughts wander
in and out of reality,
a warm hand caresses my
skin, lifts me up and
takes me out of the grave
I made for myself into
a haven that melts the cold
from my bones and heart
I knew you would save me.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
If I lie down in
the frozen white,
will you be there
to conjure me awake
before i succumb
to the numbing peace
that entombs me
Or will I continue
to lie there,
slipping deep into
the world while
the stiffness in my
limbs steadily increases
As my thoughts wander
in and out of reality,
a warm hand caresses my
skin, lifts me up and
takes me out of the grave
I made for myself into
a haven that melts the cold
from my bones and heart
I knew you would save me.
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