It doesnt matter how much love you have, if youre not here i cant feel it. Words are words, but the further away they are, the softer it gets. Where is that Loud Hot, Passion we felt? That shocked us, and took us to another world. A world with no wars, no violence, no one else, just us. Entangled together as one, seeing only eachother, speaking a language only we knew. Where are you? Why cant i touch you? Why couldnt i go with you? Why would you leave me here in this hell alone? You took my hand, you promised i'd never feel this way again. I've never been so alone, or so scared. Sometimes i pretend you're still here, talking to me, telling me i can do this and im not alone. But one concious glance up, and i realize i'm still alone.
Philosophy Of A Borderline by Jessi James is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at jamesborderline.blogspot.com
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