Saturday, September 18, 2010


If I could reach into the recesses of your saddest sorrow
If I could hold your trembling soul within my scarworn hand
If I could take your yesterdays, remake your tomorrow
If I could find that sacred place where we could take our stand
If I could tell you the most thrilling story 
that would embrace you with fantasy so free
If I could move you into who you're meant to be
If I could remove the spell to blind
If I could blow your fucking mind
If I could 
I would recreate eternity
into a poem 
into a home
just for you

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