If I touched your hand,
Would you grab mine and hold it?
If I were to lay with you in the sand,
Would you hold me close even after the sun has set?
If I couldn't breathe,
Would you be my oxygen?
If I needed shelter,
Would you keep me safe?
If a web of lies has begun to weave,
Would you show me the truth?
If I fell,
Would you catch me?
If I whispered those words I swore never to tell,
Would you say them back?
... Or just abandon me in this wretched place I call Hell?
 Alucarda Incarnate · Wed Mar 21, 2007 @ 08:30am · 1 Comments |
