in open spaces <br />through the sky <br />i look for you <br />and see birds <br />unapproving <br />while other birds sing <br />and my flesh rips <br />and shocks <br />it is you <br />that i need <br />with every breath <br />when i m on my own <br />between right and wrong <br />in the policy of truth <br />of what is right <br />of.. what is wrong? <br />were you calling for the tears <br />that i see in your eyes <br />through these clouds? <br />was it really me <br />that had to make you cry? <br />how comes <br />that it's harder to accept love <br />in its entirety <br />than <br />to join magnets <br />and let them do their does <br />and their pulls <br />don't you know that <br />this tearing in two <br />is killing me? <br />why does it always have to <br />be <br />one of us dead on the floor <br />while the other <br />considers and ponders <br />about the tiny things of life?<br /><br />Erika Conti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-spaces-2/
