Friday, June 08, 2007
Almost caged and prettily stashed away, between the fine line of deception and truth.
Your grasp for my certainty fell upon them fragile fingers.
Do I posses the position, to shamelessly etch you an apology and still hold on to you, whilst I piece together the jigsaw of an obscured mind and soul?
Because I almost can't help but feel I'm beginning to need you more than you need you.