My Walls

The questions that plague my mind still swirl, although not as violent as before. The hurricane has become a mere lightening storm - beautiful, but deadly.

I have given you the key to unlock the door. I am waiting just inside, waiting for you. Why do you not come? Why do you not call out to me?

The moon has passed over my head only twice since your lips met mine, since you ignited this passion in me.

I want to break down these walls that encase me, I long to be free but I have to know - if I destory this place of refuge, will you be my shelter? Will your arms be there when I need to be held? Will you be the rock that I stand on?

When everything breaks, I will fall - will you be there to catch me or will I plummet to the jagged rocks below?

02/26/02 - 4:58pm

puppy.