Something or other.

Jan 10, 2010 14:11

The tissues fall around me
like the sheets of snow outside
my issues seem to ground me
to floor with nowhere to run

take me back-
take me back,
to my home, to your arms.
take me back-
take me back,
to anywhere but here.

Its the rubbing of the eyes that hurts,
not the streams that blur them,
its the empty paths in front of me,
not the feet that have to stir them.

its the need to see something I know
to know its all okay,
its the need to be told your loved,
and to be able to say
it back...
take me back-

Take me home.
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