told myself
i'll give you one last time
with you gone nothing the same
hold me
pull me
i should have ran
maybe by chance
i would have love you more
i anticipate your arrival
if only for a moment
to be filled with your exsistence
with all of what i feel and imagine
would be a perfect picture
spirit is broken
spine remain bent
words remain silent
wounds remain unheal
burn with heat of frustration
emotion that taste bittersweet
viewing something i cant see
thousand seeds
why did he planted me