Tuesday, February 16, 2010

What Now?

4 a.m. is no time for walking
the air freezes
and your joints ache
fingers stretch towards anything thats warm

the clouds blend perfectly with the sky
I make decisions between the stars
wondering if they're yours or mine

still empty handed
I offer you everything

This blood is useless
when you've swallowed my heart

These arms are pointless
when they only hold on
to memories that
become less clear everyday

and these hands
oh,
these hands

how they long for another pair
begging to be held

you inspired me enough to write
but I am no where closer to
where I want and need to be

Tell me...

what now?


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