Category: Writers Block
"Dedicated to Anonomous"
I turn my heart from you,
I push you from my mind,
I close my eyes to your face,
I lock the doorbehind.
You're not there,
I'm not here.
I'm just an emtpy shell.
Nothing less, nothing more.
There's no one really here.
There is no yearning,
No passion with in,
I'm running away,
Into the numness again.
As cold as Ice,
I've lived the day,
In frozen silence,
Where there's no love,
Where there's no pain.
But here comes the time,
When all fades away.
Here I'm unprotected,
The door opens again.
Here comes the night,
She's a thief who steals,
All pretenses lost
It's here I feel.
I here your voice
Through out my dreams,
We walk together,
Through fields of green.
The stars are bright,
In the clear night sky,
I am free to love you,
With out pretense, Or question why.
My arms infold you,
I breethe you in,
With the wind in my hair,
I taist your skin.
Here there are no boundries,
You neither hide nor run,
And I am free to love you,
In this place with out sun.
But the wind it changes,
The morning is here.
And you start to fade,
I feel theFear,
And I feel the cold,
Against my skin,
I crawl inside,
My numbness again.
I turn away.
Back in to my shell,
Of stone and Ice,
Which I have made for myself,
Where you don't exist,
And There's nothing inside,
And, it's here i'm safe,
So, it's here I hide.
From hurt and pain,
I'm frozen in stone,
Protected again,
Where love is unknone,
But now the thief of sleep,
Tells her sweet little lies,
The night brings you again,
To haunt my sleeping eyes.
I don't want to be here,
I'm unwilling to stay,
But dreams cary me here,
Until the breaking of day.
Sleep tight!
Bridgette,
That was interesting. It reminded me of the seasons.
cold, warming, then cold again.
Like artic seasons. there is not enough warmth.
not enough time to thaw you.
until it grows cold again.
hibernating.
It's cold, and sad. with a glimmer of hope.
a glimmer of warmth.
Hugs to you.
Thom