Wednesday, April 25, 2007
My Heart Hangs By The Thread
in your hands.
You seem to have totally taken over me,
devoured my senses and physical/mental coordination,
and left me handicapped yet abounded.
My mood is in your hands.
You're the reason I'm laughing effusively,
the reason I'm crying my heart out,
the reason why I'm taking in deep breaths and grin myself silly.
My fortress is in your hands.
It's in them that i can bury myself into,
in them that I can be myself,
in them that I seek refuge and feel strong.
My alleviation is in your hands.
Hold me tight and choke me,
it's ok because it's the closest I can get without melting into you.
Really, it's the best remedy there is for shit that happens.
My immunity is in you.
No one out there can hurt me anymore because I know I have you.
Assuage is an understatement.
My fear is in your hands.
One small move, one tiny gesture,
I can go crazy insecure (and diffident),
paranoid that I might lose you.
My heart is in your hands.
Take good care of it,
for hardly anyone manages to get in touch with it.
(You're doing good right now.)
EDDIE, I LOVE YOU. i really do.
Happy 1st Month <3
it's in the way you look at me.12:40 am
Do you wannabe a superstar?
