Mar 09, 2004 21:08
"Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known."-The Nightmare before Christmas
Alone
Your touch is warm, like the love I bear for you.
But my hands are cold,
as I wait alone.
I want to hold you, to feel you near me....
Your breath on my cheek.
But I am alone.
I hear your voice in my head,
As sweet as birdsong.
If I could, I would whisper in your ear how much I love you.
How much I care...
But I can't. For I am alone.
Whilst I wait, the treetops twist and turn in the wind.
They call out your name.
My body is cold.
But my heart is warm with the memories of what once was.
I want to run my fingers through your hair,
and hold your body to mine...
But I am alone.
Alone in this cold.
Alone in this life.