The thought of you
runs through me...
Young and on the rise
chained by the tithes...
I'd pull you to me, just sideways enough
To turn as I bend to a partial crouch...
You always gave me
the wrong parts of you...
I could never
put our hearts together...
We were broken for so long
together and lonely...
I never asked
you to love me...
She said a part
of her dies every...
Smiling
she stares into my eyes...
There is one person
Who can walk...
I wonder
could it be...
You looked at me and smiled
I felt something on you, I can not hide...