I miss
I hurt...

Catch a tear from the sky
and watch as it drives itself through your hand...

Show me the way to go home...
take my hand and lead me there...

Silence!
do you not understand...

When I die
Get a fine slab of marble...

Whispers rising
From torn lips...

"---Christa"
One word off those lips...

So its the wind calling
Outside these walls...

It feels like I have been crying,
my eyes hurt...

They stare in hopes that their words might mean...
if their eyes remain long enough for the hidden...

Pain is better
Than you...

~~I usually don't write in paragraph form. This is...
The acceleration of your heart...