_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_
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I could see a map of the world
In those arms of yours
They held on with such security
And I would lose myself
As a buried into your chest
And you would whisper to me
That you'd been through this also
The confusion, the isolation
The feeling that no one is real anymore
And when my head hit your shoulder
Those tears of frustration magically dried
I would breathe in your cologne
As you stroked my hair and kept me warm
And for once, I felt that I was understood
In the security of knowing
That I was protected from sorrow
I shut my lids to a sound sleep
And I never wanted to wake up
Knowing that the perils of reality
Would grab me away from you
And leave me sleepless
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