Sunday, January 9, 2011

DAy 542:

split me into shards soft enough to be called skin
to be strung about your body
so that when the night comes
and you are left
looking for someone warm to hold
i will be there
broken into as many pieces you need to be beautiful
to be worth holding on to
to be more than just a tomorrow
and a maybe
but a now and something real
that cannot be risked
if you love something set it free
but dont make it leave
there is no point to the safe boats we've left in our harbors
the oceans between us
will drown our hearts

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