You're holding,
clutching
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.
Hiding
In the corners of my mind.
Come out,
come out
wherever you are.
Friday, September 12, 2008
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