Wednesday, June 2, 2010

You're what keeps me believing.

I hope you know how much you mean to me
If not, I will tell you til the day my words stop working
and I'll hold you and touch you until my arms loose feeling

I will walk how ever many steps you demand
follow even the slightest point of your hand
play with your hair until you fall asleep
and write you poetry until my fingers bleed

because you broke my bad habbits
I mend your cut fingers
we go together like celery and penut butter
we spill out our secrets and let the feelings linger

because we're flawed and messy
broken and stiched
we make eachother feel better, my freind

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