As a deer thirsts for water, so I thirst for God.
Disclaimer: I do not own the part in italics, it belongs to Ceili Rain.
No You, No Me
I'm afraid to return
To where I was
Before
Cause I know
That I would never
Ever
Want to leave again
I'd be drawn closer
And closer and deeper
Into you
Giving up everything
But you
My eyes
Would be opened
And I would see so clearly
My being
Would be filled
To bursting
Light filling all my corners
Every shadow gone
I would never be hungry
I would never be thirsty
I would never be wanting
Never
Never ever again
Because I would have you
Completely
This ache
This need
Is incredible
Like starving
Dying of thirst
Suffocating
Desiring fulfillment
Having it for the taking
But unable to reach out
And grasp it
I am so afraid
Of hurting others
Breaking promises
I need you
More then anything
I try to see
What you want
When I don't know
What I want
I'm afraid
To surrender completely
I don't want to hurt
Anyone
Most of all
I don't want to hurt
Anyone
I want to make
Someone
Happy
Very happy
Want it so much
So much in love
But I want you
To drown in you
So much in love
Without you
I am nothing
With you
I am everything
No you
No me
No water
No sea
Without your love
I cease to be
No you
No me
***Author's Note***
kinda inspired by one of the pslams, (yeah the one with the thirsty deer.) so honest it's painful. Lol. Um, personal and honest. Yeah, that about says it all. Please review, I could use it. ::sheepish smile:: good gosh I hate being honest. Now I remember why I keep my mouth shut. Nobody tell my mother, ok?
I sold my first book! ::does happy dance:: course, it's not exactly written yet, (by which I mean not at all), but it's a start. . . and I think my bf is dead. . . again. It's rather nerve-racking actually, when I get my hands on him he's gonna sit in a nice safe room all day and eat cookies and write an draw all day. And that is what I have to say about that! haha! So there, take that. ::coughcough:: ill go do something useful now, like clean my room(what a novel idea), and quit blathering now that the note is longer the actual poem itself. Here, have a cookie. . .