Battlefield.

will you ever come?
if you do.
come fast and nimble.
i'm down on the field.
wounded and in need of repair.
don't you dare forget your tool box
or else you will never fix the broke heart.
a heart that only half.
i need another piece.
to be complete.
would you be so kind.
to fix me up quick.
but i still feel empty
and it will still mean so much
if you were there holding my hand
as if time was in no hurry.
i'd look into your eyes
as the lite up the dark skys.
they be so bright
like the stars at night.
in front of everyone i ask,
won't you stay forever?

orginal postday January 1st 2008