The distance is ripping,
Tearing my heart,
I'm trying to keep myself together,
But I'm falling apart.
The miles are overwhelming,
Each city you pass is killing me,
I want to run after you,
Why do you have to leave?
I need your touch,
Your thirty minute distance,
Your arms around me,
Your comforting glances.
I don't want to give up,
I want to carry on,
Two months is short,
But the journey is long.
I'm afraid and scared,
Don't know what to do with myself,
I need your constant support,
Or I can't make it through this hell.
3/6/10
Falling To Pieces
Posted by D.A.L. at 10:07 PM
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