KirstenLane

You asked me once, "what pains you, dear?" You asked, "what are you looking for?" All these thoughts collected, still, And I think, "what are we waiting for?" Can you glimpse into the future, And tell me what lies ahead? Perhaps, it's best if I don't know, Perhaps, I'll sit back and watch the show. Tormented thoughts like crimson blood, Drying on my paled skin. Just when I think the wound has healed, Again, it opens, Again I feel My mind My heart, And you - Standing there, Watching, Crying, Not able to reach out and touch me. Why is it you sometimes stay awake at night? Sitting by my bed, while I sleep, Watching, like a gaurdian angel, Bru