I am sorry that you seem to think there is an answer in my eyes
You hold on to impossible dreams
Never letting me be free
There is no life within these four walls
The quiet seeps through broken motar
Eeking into out hearts
We stare lost and helpless into each others souls
Grasping and clawing away from death
I am losing touch with reality
You lay your head upon my soft breast
My heart beat echoes inside your brain
We are two empty vessels clawing in sex
Hoping to merge into one
Trying to be whole within each other
Don't you see this is not our lives
We can not live in sorrow continually
(c) Theresa Jacobs 2016
