At the top of the stairs
watching your hair
in the cold night breeze
as it moves through
the air with ease.
A step below you
with my hands behind me
feelings of every hue
and the fear
of you not being here.
Completly powerless
I surrender
If there was just one thing
I wish to say
please don't push me away.
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
At the top of the stairs
watching your hair
in the cold night breeze
as it moves through
the air with ease.
A step below you
with my hands behind me
feelings of every hue
and the fear
of you not being here.
Completly powerless
I surrender
If there was just one thing
I wish to say
please don't push me away.
VIA SEB NET MK2011