Love me
Time frezzes my heart coldness burns in my soul my fingertips brush your face hoping for some kind of miracle of the 'only if's' and wondering if they will only make sense my lungs burn and I scream under my breath, I scream for you only you can never hear. I'm locked in this box, sufficating and lingering with the will to live on but what is the use, if I don't have you next to me. This loneiness is straining a whole in me, this present tense nonesess is getting the best of me. Help me finger... Sign in to see full entry.