A body craving for you today,
A soul silently crying at its loss.
A heart convinced to rather pull away.
A mind that's sliding in it's own moss.
A love that's found in the wrong place.
A eye bursting with tears tonight.
A shaking hand that reaches for Grace.
A beating skin that is loosing sight.
A blissful blink into our eden.
A quick shot at our sacred place.
A non-present love that tends to deepen.
A soul that pulls away to make space.
A pure sweet dream of holding you close.
A desperate urge to patiently wait.
A cruel truth of life, I suppose...
An intriguing question mark placed on our fate.
