Running behind a dream;
Chasing a fantasy that never was,
That never will be;
Living on the heels of disaster,
And a pray for your salvation,
Even when logic preaches
Your permanent absence;
Living on the longing
That feeds on my soul;
Decimates my energy,
Depriving me of oxygen;
Living on the hope
That if I lay here quietly,
You will lay with me,
And heal my whole world
©2017 – V. A. Coote