Monday, 14 May 2012

The precipice

I can see it
I can see the end
I can see the edge
I'm falling over it
And you're not stopping me.

For a moment it feels
as though
(as I'm wrapped in caring arms)
that you don't want to see my end.

But that stops
because I'm still scared
that you'll be gone
come morning sun.

I don't know when I'll feel ok again.

With love, Beau xx

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