Sunday, January 31, 2010

I picked up a pen and smiled

This one is for you. And you know it too. I didn't feel inspired. And you made me write one day.

I picked up a pen and smiled

The beauty of your brokenness makes me want to grasp the pieces
Mold them, remake them, find the joint releases
Follow you to nowhere soon or lead you to somewhere boldly
Protect and shield the guarded one, the vengeful treated coldly

I can't let you block a guardian angel, just finding her wings
And I will let you play the savior, to see what saving brings
Forgive fast, let's not reject the feel of the unknown
Surrounded by faces, your kindred spirit ties with mine alone

Remember, twisted shadows require sunlight first
And better only exists when preceded by a worst
Satisfy your need to be by being as good as you are
And the essence of us will push caution's door ajar

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