The Arch

The Arch
40 degrees

Your temperature is raising but not your voice
Your soft flesh is paling
Each breath is a choice
Respiring and freezing at the same time
I'm keeping the distance between your body and mine
The reading won't stop at 40 degrees
The reading runs over 40 degrees
I can't recognise you, here in your bed
I just knew you standing, it makes me upset
Although I admit I'm so scared of your shade
I stay here beside you, I think I'm your mate
You stopped making choices, your life is undone
Your breath, my fear and the distance are gone
I'll stay in your arms,
I will take you home
Though forever divided,
We'll never be alone


Toegevoegd door tauzefien op di 17 jan, 2006 9:28 pm

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