Please don´t drown into his fears, his concrete fists don´t let him again, break the bridge of your nose with his cruel born hits. Then disappear into that mask of misery.
Give, it's time to. Its time too. Time to. Time.
Live a little or die a lot. The choice is hours.
She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.
Loneliness always eats up time, fills on depression where hands move slow, to reach out for a moment of care.
The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.