Looking back at those few days
I feel the shame
Like a tidal wave.
Memories of his gentle embrace...
The stinging tears
Stream down my face.
Why can't I get over it?
I think of him
and I feel like shit,
As if my heart is in a vice
Being squeezed and bled,
And at what price?
I gave him a piece of this battered soul
In exchange for a tender touch
That took a toll
On what was left of my pride
So now I look
At what's inside
This bitter, wounded spirit of mine
And wonder if I'm lying to you
When I say that I'll be fine.













Comments
its good
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"The body may bleed, even if the soul feels whole."
"And through the ashes of the phoenix we are given a second chance."
--
Simon Tamm-"How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?"
Malcolm Reynold- "You don't know me so I'll say this once, if I kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed."
You'll be fine. . .*eyes water just a bit*...you're strong enough.
You just might not know it yet...*shakes head*
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Death before dishonor. [link]
~Ex1
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time, they say is the great healer
but I believe in chemicals, baby.
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