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messydaisy Sep 2009
You collapse into me.
I believe in it.
Suddenly,
A glimpse,
A spark,
A sort of torrid downpour
And I believe we’d dance
Inside a blanket of rain.
And, I believe you
Would come to me,
Awaken all the senses
That I’m sure
Are tired of being dormant.
Oh, I am sure
That you would
Take me into yours
And lay a million
Thriving flowers at my feet
And then sing to me
A song so rich
I feel I could
Burst at the seams
Of a life
I wish to give you.
Oh, I’m sure you’d
Collapse into me
And bring me to you,
Because I believe
There is no other way.
messydaisy Sep 2009
I don't believe
That I am so,
A person stretched between
Who she is
(and) Who is she?
And tell me (please)
What you think I am.
I pray you're wrong.
I hope I'm right.
I wonder if you'd bless me,
Carry me up shining hills.
(Tell me who I am)

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