I can't let go alone and letting go together would devour me
I'm dying to be alive
Lying next to your warmth I can hear the soothing sound of your voice
Each time we're together I ease into you a little more
For the first time, I didn't dance around the questions
I try to live in that moment everyday
When I close my eyes I see your eyes
When my body hits the mattress I envision the nights spent together
And as we descend into the soft bed sheets,
Being directed by feeling and thought alone,
I wonder if this will be the last time I will be here with you this way again
The sliver of hope numbs me through my torture
Silent conversations with myself
You get me through all the yesterdays
We become electric in the darkness
I can't stop and you wont stop
We need to need this for the both of us
With everyone telling me what to do and no one to love me
I escape into the thought of you
A functioning sleepless void
Never knowing what might happen and never knowing when it will end
Oh Nightingale the morning crept up too soon
By Krystle Lynn
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