the cold sets in. numbness steals our heat & ice freezes our flame of passion with her cruel, crystal touch. where are you now? why did you back away from me when i needed you the most?
my soul weeps & the angels will not stop crying for me. and i will never stop reaching for you. just take my hand when you are ready because i will be here waiting. because my love for you will bring back the color. my soul will melt the ice. my dreams will lite the sky with red & orange. my hope will ignite the flames of pleasure. my love, when you are ready just take my hand.
i will always be here.
[only he is not coming back. he taught me the hard way that all that glitters is not gold. no one will ever convince me that the angels did not weep on the nite that he left me. at that moment the purest of hearts were broken. fading dreams of crimson rivers that flow out from thriving earth is all that is left; haunting me in nightmares & dreamscapes.]
written on 2003-08-12 at 6:22 p.m.
she / lost