The Saved
i recognize this feeling,
swelling up inside of me,
is it love, joy,...hope?
it can't be!
my heart is still broken,
i'm still crying,
he's trying to save me,
keep me from dieing.
he's clutching me to his chest,
whispering in my ear,
"i love you"
and hoping i'd hear.
he's trying to save me,
save me from myself,
showing me his feelings,
i need mental help.
he's been here all along,
catching me when i fall,
piecing me back together,
as i curl into a little ball.
i'm thinking of him,
since i was two,
i whisper in his ear,
"i love you too."
by
ForgottenLoveposted on 04/15/2008
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