Drift

Just when I thought I couldn't make it
There you were

Made of cotton, and lace, and liquid.

Smaller than I thought you could be
And somehow too big to fit in this coffee cup

You are every bit here
And I can't find you.

Air

Apparently I can't take a breath
Without you here telling me to.

But the life inside demands it
So I struggle for the air.

They are only days.. 30 of them.
Then they start over again and
with vicious precise measures
Cut until we bleed.

I'm tired of worrying. Move out of
your icy platform and pass down your promises,
Before I pass down my pain to the innocent.

It's alright, little baby.
Mommy won't cry long.
And it doesn't feel as bad as I make it out to seem,little baby.
I only need to make it through today,and take you with me.