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. |