Anything in a world of everything
hurts me.
Because I think of a moment,
a shred of time,
and I can't breathe.
I think...
...Your
willing
me
to
live.
To feel.
To see.
To think.
To learn.
To know...
To love.
But sometimes
I don't understand how,
when it hurts to breathe.
And tonight your somewhere loving me,
And tonight your somewhere loving me,
And tonight your somewhere loving me,
And tonight your somewhere loving me,
And tonight, your somewhere loving me.
And I'm curled up on my floor tonight
swearing to myself I believe in you,
but nothing I do consoles myself
and inside I'm still screaming.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Author notes
Emberess
A contest entry
- In process of judging. by Viva La Vie Boheme.
700 points, ended June 10, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
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