Dead Nerves Poem by Christina Byrd

There's nothing behind your touch
We aren't equivalent to much
The electricity was never made
The power of a kiss will fade
Could we be falling out of love
Or just flying away like a dove
What ever the problem is
My mind is in a frenzied tiz
But I'm scared that you'll go
I honestly dont know any more
If the nerves are dead
Why do I still want you near my bed?
End this loss of feeling
And maybe I'll stop reeling.
There's nothing behind your touch
maybe we aren't equivalent to much.