As I run my fingers over my skin
I remember you doing it so much softer
Hating the position I'm in
Thinking so hard about you

About sitting on the couch
Clutching the cushions
Seizing the clocks mighty hand
Not letting time make the decisions

Only a moment ago in my mind
You were holding my face
Telling me you were mine
And you would be back for me

I have no more energy for this longing
Not enough for the final breath
Not enough to wake up to find myself here
Not enough to slowly fall into this death

Now this is turning into a cry for sympathy
Thats not what I need
I want you to know
How badly I didn't want you to go

How much I look at myself every day
and wonder why God made me this way
You say you love me but I wonder
Do I deserve it?

Get your face out of your hands girl
Its not time for crying
Whispers in my ear caressing
singing of my thoughts slowly dying

I have no more energy for this longing
Not enough for the final breath
Not enough to wake up to find myself here
Not enough to slowly fall into this death

Written By: Talisha Bland
4/15/06 12:21 AM
 
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