Weak at the knees
What do they intend to do to me?
If I wait another year, and
Fall hostage to my fears:
I may not be able to see you
In the dark, ever again,
I need
A hand to guide me
I need
Something to fill this emptiness
I wanted
Something that could only begin
When I slept.
But with you, and of you,
I dream.
Trying to save you;
This could kill me.
With a blank stare, paper thin, and
Just as pale,
I could search forever.
or you,
You could save me from myself.