Rush To the Head
like a concussion you fill my head
and it's not safe to sleep
that's where false hope breathes
you're so loving in dreams
and there's nothing there to tell me
I should know better
nothing to say be careful
soon it'll all be over and what you were holding
will vanish into the waking eye
If ghosts can do no harm
why does yours hurt so much
part of me will always be preserved in a glass prison
waiting, watching
to see if you ever come back
should you return
pick up where we left off
great moments live on forever
some things never change
the me that loves you never ages
as you get ready to say I do
wish the best for you
hoping that one day my heart will loosen it's grip on you
but even when my hands are too old to hold anything
I'll still carry you
my last thought on this earth
will be of you
J.Hart 11/16/10
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