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11/24/2010

I could bottle ships
build up paper sails
climb aboard and float away forever
without you.

I could surf a feather tree
let the waves steal my breath
but only if you'll let me.

What if
If only
Only when
When are we
We will be
Be breathing

I could murder sleep,
become what I am not
listen until my ears run dry
and scream in ringing tones

I could give my heart,
with every breath left inside
to you.
But only if you'll take it.

2 comments:

not wendy said...

Oh, so beautiful, so deeply sad. xx

Ever said...

Thank you
xxx