Chest tight
Stomach taunt
The waiting is a nightmare

Lust and Love
So easy to pretend
They are just the same

A chance to be held
A chance to be kissed
A chance to feel that embrace

A moment of weakness
A moment of nostalgia
Turns to a crumbling wall

Damn hold it together
the mortar
the glue
No cracks
No cracks
Just think of something else....

Too late. It's fallen. I hold but a fragment.

But with a fragment, I can find my balance.