waiting for you, with quickening pulse,
desirous, anticipating the brush of your lips against mine,
kiss me deeply, i shall do the same,
today, and in our tomorrows yet to be teased out of time … …
waiting for you, with quickening pulse,
desirous, anticipating the brush of your lips against mine,
kiss me deeply, i shall do the same,
today, and in our tomorrows yet to be teased out of time … …
weathering storms of fate, walking boulevards smooth as slate,
the hurt remains, the pain jabs, the emptiness sheaths,
while in the corner the beast of apathy growls, pants, and breathes … … …
walking on shattered splinters, crushed glass piercing my soul,
your tender touch offers respite from the pain, freeing my soul,
to be once again,
whole … … …