I think of our good times and I have a whole lot memories of us. Even though I feel I own them, the grains of those moments are slowly slipping out of my fingers.. I have loved you beyond measure with every stab in my back you've placed.
Love is the only reply that will ever make sense. Reply to love with love. Reply to hurt with even more love. But maybe I've tried too hard for too long. Its beginning to get dark and cold, and I don't think I ever want to go back. I'm waiting for the inevitable change that life's promised me.. where is it?
I'm reaching out to you.. take me far away from this blizzard. I don't like it anymore. I want to feel the high I can only find in the depths of your embrace.. I want moments I can call mine again. Take me back to the place we called home ..at least before I numb out from these lashes.
