Just Out Of Reach
I reach my trembling hand toward your gentle face. I want you to hold me. I want you to trace the curve of my waist with your hands. Slowly, so slowly you grow farther away. In the back of my mind, I hope that someday I will be safe in your arms again. I long to feel the caress of your lips, your hand on mine and your gentle kiss. Yet I know I cannot lie in your arms today. I want you to tangle your hands in my hair. You don't love me, but I know it is fair, she deserves you more than I. Oh but what I would give, to feel your soft hands travel down my skin. To feel the warmth of your gentle smile, and this fire that burns within and to ease this frigd pain that eats away my soul. But for now I know you are just out of reach, where I cannot possibly go. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 08:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I reach my trembling hand..."