Sunday, August 17, 2003

Reaching out

Walk with me to the edge of the precipice,
and I might just stop from
throwing myself over.

Listen to my silence,
and I might just start talking.

Touch me and
I might stop shivering.

Hold my hands
and I’ll believe,
I too am lovable.

Look at me and
I will have reason
to live.

Talk to me and
language becomes meaningful.

Share my dream
and it will come true
sooner than I think.

Believe in my vision
and I might see the light at
the end of the dark tunnel.

It matters to me most,
that you, and of all,
that you, have time
for me.


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