Love

A word or a sentence a phrase or a saying, a sideways look a glance, a soft touch. It's the little things that get me, so that i can't breath even with all the love i receive.

And for a fraction Time wades through tar You hold yourself Composed But blue turns to grey Turns to black Enveloped by the thorny trees You descend once more to the haunted woods

This is not a race thing I want it to be more like a craving This aint no substitute or side dish Think of it as more of loves wish I want this memento to be the plaster of your dreams

Hmm.......