Jan 04, 2007 14:00
I stare as my weak knees wilt longing trying to touch the embrace that
has left me and I had you and your kindness was there now pieces of
you hate me I am not a portrait on your heart no more but I still kiss
the feelings that emerge from my pulse and memories seep from my eyes
knowing that love has gone further than my soft hand can reach the
utmost apology is what I can lay on your face but will you still
swallow me whole? nothing can compare and you continue to dance in me
and I continue to bleed but nothing can compare I have killed the one
thing that exceeds my existence.