Crawling.
I feel you.
Crawling under my skin.
Soothing my hate like a healing balm.
This potent emotion boils in the cauldron of my soul.
For the first time I feel warmth in the arctic stone of my heart.
Thawing slowly the warmth draws me away from the edge.
Calms my tormented mind.
Makes me feel like a child.
So full of wonder and love.
You crawl into my heart, now a hot, red, pulsating form.
Making me believe I can love.
Making me believe I am worthy of love.
Healing the wounds of the past.
I feel your soul.
Crawling into mine.
Repairing my shattered mind.
Making me whole.
Fulfilling the essence of me.
By: Jeron Barclay.
I feel you.
Crawling under my skin.
Soothing my hate like a healing balm.
This potent emotion boils in the cauldron of my soul.
For the first time I feel warmth in the arctic stone of my heart.
Thawing slowly the warmth draws me away from the edge.
Calms my tormented mind.
Makes me feel like a child.
So full of wonder and love.
You crawl into my heart, now a hot, red, pulsating form.
Making me believe I can love.
Making me believe I am worthy of love.
Healing the wounds of the past.
I feel your soul.
Crawling into mine.
Repairing my shattered mind.
Making me whole.
Fulfilling the essence of me.
By: Jeron Barclay.
copyright Jeron Barclay 2007
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