When time hurts too much & the walls bleed sometimes there's someone to make it okay |
There is a vortex, where my bedroom window used to be... hanging like water on the wall reflecting my room behind me... As still as I remember it, but I still feel like a misfit trapped in leather skin too tight. I found you- my lips wet and cold, frozen in the rain... the windburn of time passing me by. You turned to me and thawed my hands, numb with white like forgotten sands, in the snow of the bus station where I lied. Words like saffron exploded in my ears, in colours and dream nature never intended. We talked I cried and you held me like a crippled child in your words mended... The din of night grew cold, hollow, empty... waiting for a purpose to be planted... I wrapped you in the security blanket of my bed, and that night's dying wish was granted. The perfect love for a night and its children. To leave behind the ashes of our youth, and for once, in that brief moment Bringing the delivery of truth... And on my last night to be made a whole You were what led me back into my skin... To ressurect my soul. *************************** This piece was made for "Invalid Item" If you haven't checked it out yet you're missing some other really great pieces by our resident authors! *************************** |