Friday, September 12, 2008

Hold On

You're holding,
the ledge for dear life.
Praying that
there's a chance for you.

And you hope
your hands will stay steady,
that they won't slip.
And you won't fall
far past my reach.

And I feel you
through the spaces
in my heart.
In the corners of my mind.
Come out,
come out
wherever you are.

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