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The words even leaving my lips touched but lightly the breadth of what i felt when I first spoke your name these words- harsh shadows- phantoms on the walls, touch but lightly the enormity of my pain when I first said I loved you these words ripped me in half because I knew at that moment all I could really hope for was a moment in the sun anticipating the sunset rather than enjoying the warmth these words make me bite my lip because i knew in that moment you had all of me and all i had was that want of you that need of you those hundred and one wishes these words plotted my golden descent into this state and in this decline the word on my breath is regret © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |