Even though you could feel it
fathomless than your soul.
We glimmered into each other's lagoons,
and for that finite moment we
swam within the moment of the
past,
future,
present.
That even though you were
bleeding out, we knew that
we were one the blade, you, me
us.....
I didn't pull it out,
as I knew id lose you.
Instead, I shredded my shirt,
collected it around the wound
that was never meant to be.
I was a killer of many dreams,
but you were the reality that
awoke me to the possibility of u and me.
As u bled out we wrote a story of what was,
could have been...
911 was our ring tone of love,
And the ambulance was the church bells
of our blisful joyning.
When the investigation of our meeting was
over.
We were together,
the scars of both united of us,
that we were meant to be.
But love has many sharp edges and we both
had a blade under our pillows..
Sweet dreams were balance on serrated edges
