Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Fall To Pieces

If I could, I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells, and remove whatever makes you hurt.
But I am too weak to be your cure.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around, I'm not writing my goodbyes.
I just want to be with you.

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