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