I hold myself tight
And I wonder if
If it'll always be this way
In this little circle
It's so safe
And we're so cold
Love is not spoken
Love is not love
And this is my life
You're still alive
You're not where I am
And in my head
I have you in my arms
A tangle of life
A mesh of needs
Spilled on the floor
I'm down on my knees
Kneel with me now
And hold me tonight
But you are not here
And this is my life.
-Angela Becerra