I can breathe againJust in time to feel my heart acheJust like it remembersOnly this time it hurts so good
I can’t sleepMy sins haunt me in my dreamsI’m shaking and I can’t breatheI’m afraid but I kind of like it
My eyes burnToo much of me is pouring outYet I’m smiling at all the painBecause it’s better than feeling nothing
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Fading Numbness
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment