Christopher Stolle

At My Fingertips



I - Pain

when you left me on my rock pile to rot
i never thought i would have remorse;
but each time i see you, i keep in mind
the anger i have for the hell i endured;
may the devil fires treat you much worse.

II - Middle Ground

weak knees and fists clinched in rage;
we can have everything or nothing at all.
if i chose one side, it will eventually kill me
or it will love me back, and then switch again;
unfortunately, we are never asked to pick.

III - Love

in the middle of the night, i feel your touch;
i start to cry, thinking you will leave me.
you wake up, look deep into my watery eyes,
to ask me if i will stay with you forever;
my heart skips a beat, and i kiss you deep.