Feb 23, 2006 12:58
face down on the floor
lying in a pool of blood
was it all too much?
the weapon laid to the side
a note of last words
gone from this world
never to be seen again
a touch of your hand
the warmth of your embrace
thats all it took
for me to feel safe
your understanding
of my recent past
youve helped me cope
not necessarily a shoulder
to cry on but more of
a man i can turn to
for shelter from the
cruel world