Tuesday, 5 February 2013

The Distance


Will the distance be the binding
Will the addiction pull us through
Will a war break out around us and confine us to this room
I feel the echoes raging wanting in
I hear the whispers across the sea
I feel the warmth of the thought of your skin entrancing me
When the wind is blowing
it is like fingers down my spine
Waiting, wanting, wondering if the stars will finally align
Take me through your voice into the shadows
Please hold me show me the way
To let it all go and open up my soul


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