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Jul 2016
Should the heavens ever allow it, I would touch your hand and our eyes would meet.

If you touched my hand what would you feel?
If our eyes met what would you feel?


Magic.  Everything pure.  Beauty.  There are not words to describe it.
You touch me from miles away and make the world seem large and small.

You silence me in the way that my lungs are incapable to gather air, my heart dances to its own beat and words are a language I must learn again.

There is something especially special about you.  Maybe you are designed for me.  Maybe I am designed for you.

What I know is this.   I design a kiss.
A kiss that consists of me and you would not and could not be described as mere fireworks that would be a crime to represent it as such for it would be much more than that


A total crime.  Everything about you takes me.  Away.  From all my troubles and hurt and pain.  There is something inside of you that heals me

Miles apart but not my heart

That which heals also needs healing at times,
Dark evil beings haunt me and you chase them away without hesitation


That which heals also needs healing at times,
Dark evil beings haunt me and you chase them away without hesitation


I am broken. Beautifully.  You have touched me deep in my heart and other places.  I'm still a kid.  I have wonder in my heart and you poke it.


* You may be broken beautifully yes but my darlin there is gold in your cracks and diamonds have formed in your eyes,
I dont think you realize the hold you hold on me,
It is almost as if the first time we spoke the universe decided we would never part ways creating stars with out names on them.

I want to fix your hurt and heal your bruises,
And make you see there is no need to be sorry for feeling hurt at times

Can we make everything okay? Can you save me from myself?  I am so broken.  I don't want to pass that along o you.  Because I really love you.

*I will hold your heart in mine,
I will keep you safe from all that harms you till my last breath escapes my lips and my heart ticks for the last time,
Cos darlin,
You mean the galaxy to me
I wrote this with a fellow poet, whom I truly desire and who lights my fire.  Her heart beckons mine.
Nathan Pival
Written by
Nathan Pival  Mansfield, Ohio
(Mansfield, Ohio)   
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