You are like the smoke in the air, always there yet always slipping through my fingers.

In Blogging, Thoughts, Writing, Nonsensical Rubbish I call writing. on January 20, 2010 at 5:56 pm

Why wont you return to me my love?
How dare you say you mean nothing to me when you’ve opened my eyes to the world?
I’ve learned so much from you dear, but you make me fear what I’m becoming.
I ran away only to end up right back in your arms.
Now that you’ve turned away from me my eyes have been once again closed.
What is there left in this abyss when there is nothing to hold on to?
If you return me, I ask for only one thing.
Hold me love, like the world was about to crumble beneath our feet.
Hold me because in your arms and only yours, I feel safe once more.