I feel the strengh

of her arms

around me

and the warmth

of her body

within me

and i

snuggle up

even closer

feeling safer

then i have been

in years

i sigh

and close my eyes

wanting the moment

to be my prize

yet i cry

because i know

she's just a wish

that bleeds me dry

just a thought

within my head

that i wish

was dead

because the pain

is becoming more

then i can bare


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