Can it be real these feelings that I feel for the one who could kill, that takes my breath away reeling me in as his prey. Holding my breath for the fear of not knowing if hes here, or anywhere near where I need him to be. Cant he see hes what I need to set my heart free. Keep me grounded in a spontaneous life founded by the love that we share, only hoping that he will be there to catch me when I fall, no matter what happens, through it all hell be there to answer the call, and take me away from the pain of being alone, like a needle in my wein holding the reigns of my heart. Then I wake up. The love was just an illusion of my own delusion created by the confusion that hes caused.
