into the back of my throat.
Sleeping, dormant,
only to wake, screaming.
Tearing at my lungs, demanding,
"Love me again, love me again."
Keep me close, make me your life,
Take my tears and push them through your veins.
Make your ears aware,
a path to your heart
that I can sing myself to.
Scream myself to.
There's a rare bird, an exotic life form,
creeping behind the bridge that connects you to me.
Able to fly, but cautious and scared
to perform its natural action.
Unnatural reactions.
Hands are twisted
to create the hands of a clock.
Stiff movement. Lacking oil.
Fix me. Breathe me. Mend me.
Love me again.
Love me again.
2/6/09. Do not steal, please and thank you.
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