Printed from WriteWords - http://www.writewords.org.uk/archive/2399.asp

Locked inside

by  Bobo

Posted: Monday, November 10, 2003
Word Count: 54
Summary: Maudlin ramblings from the miserable woman...




I want to reach out

touch you

make contact

feel that I am a part

of something bigger

than just me

I want to trust you

( perhaps embrace you )

( perhaps insult you )

( maybe I'll punch you )

it doesn't matter

all I need to make it right

is contact