Thursday, June 18, 2009

If I could...

If I could...

If I could bleed a word
and pour it under your door,
it would seep gently into your room
and silently dissolve your objections
quietly calm your jangling nerves
fill up the chasms in your heart -

But you can't hear it.

There's a hollow place in me
that wants to be your refuge,
but you're afraid of the dark.

I would stand outside in the
Cold with you. But it's so hard
To wait here for you to come in.

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