::11:13:08::

::: Lost Without You :::

Man,
you are
sharp

as an icycle

and you
keep me
on my toes

like a ballerina

all the while
you have me
bending over
backwards for you

like a gymnast

blindly
leaping
in faith:

Man, you have me
believing in you
more than in god

not so sure about him--
but you're here:
in flesh, bones, muscle--

you're here

like a star in my sky,
and ignorant girl
that I am--
I know nothing--
except--that I am--

lost without you.

Written by: ~ Shannah Schilit