Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Crux Dépression.

On the edge of this seat, Waiting a scare, That'd push me off. She came to me, Curling her hair, She pulled me off. He found me, Twice and soon, And so I'm off. I'm lost once more, A sound adore, Whispers soft. Do you see? The I in me? All gone, left none.