I am choking up <br />eyes drenched with hate <br /> <br />I'm trying to hold on <br />knowing that its all wrong <br /> <br />tick tock says the clock <br />its laughing in my face <br /> <br />My emotions fill in a hole <br />a black and empty place <br /> <br />I lay on a bed of needles <br />hoping that it will help me to feal <br /> <br />Here you stand <br />my heart in your hand <br /> <br />My fate you choose <br />its not you that will lose <br /> <br />You grip tight to my soul <br />its my flaw that you hold <br /> <br />The blood, it drips and it drops <br />but the harder you sqweeze the beating, STOPS <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> have fun while you are in love <br />for you never know just when it will slip between your finger <br />but dont hold to tight because it might not have room to breath and grow - J.M.T<br /><br />J. Matthew Thacker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/move-on-7/
