spineless

Poetry, lack of confidence, loss of love

We could lie beneath the stars and dream,
dreams as big as the universe...
but like a bomb it would come undone,
and tear at the worn fabric of my heart.
As a tattered book can no longer hold
the pages of its mind,
There is no spine to hold this love of mine.
The words to our story get lost,
torn away by the trials of life.
You could fade into the weather
with nothing to hold us together
and I would be crushed by the absence of you.