Grasping for you is like grabbing for air,
no matter how much i reach your still not there
I hold out my hand and wait for the latching part,
but instead its empty about as empty as my heart...
I'll pull back with one lonely tear,
a drip crying out for help that no one seems to hear.
i look up at the sky in wonders of where you can be,
but for now ill keep on grabbing and soon you'll reach for me..
- By Lori -
Most of these poems make sense to me, but I'm not sure if they will to you guys - Enjoy -