Holding onto Poems
Close
by Cash Olds
You are within arms reach,
Close enough to share the luring smell of your perfume,
close enough always, to bathe in your presence.
No more farther than a drunkard to his drink, you are never farther than a glance away.
Ruin.
desolate ruin is my nature
pain is it's very essence.
I've ripped apart yours,
as well as my very own heart.
......
Close
by Cash Olds
You are within arms reach,
Close enough to share the luring smell of your perfume,
close enough always, to bathe in your presence.
No more farther than a drunkard to his drink, you are never farther than a glance away.
Ruin.
desolate ruin is my nature
pain is it's very essence.
I've ripped apart yours,
as well as my very own heart.
......
