Saturday, March 1, 2008


Take my breath away
like a kick in the stomach
when I'm not expecting it

And when I am on the ground
tell me the things that I long to hear
the promises I can't make
impose on me.

Then drag me by my hair
to a chapel of broken hearts
bend my knee
and take my soul.

Isn't that what love is all about?

1 comment:

kersten campbell said...

Sad, but at times, so true, so true!