afta a long time i didn write any 'spill-of-heart'.there it go...

IVY

i got too far to return and hide,

to lose it all its killing me inside,

gimme the one that no one else can see through

to let me know if i meant to you.

warm me up with your poison ivy,

clasp my soul and hold it tightly

through your silence words and phrases

so i'll remember how this would taste

take along this memory if we're apart later,

so i wont remember how woundless pain is,this is better,

stitch this heart,swathe me with your remedy

and only that i'll give you wings, willingly..