I draw a heart
in the sand.
My love
for your
landscape, as
you lay before me.
I sup the waters
from the seas.
as your waves rush over me.
I would build
sandcastles
in your mind,
if my hands
weren't shaking.
I draw a heart on the page
of a diary, scrawled
for no one to read but me.
I'd let your eyes gaze over my pages,
if you'd trust me, I'd let you
see the invisible
strands, the hands
that guide me through
the streets where darkness
stands, if you would
take this route wherever
the dice lands.
If you'd promise that
we would never
wake up the tears.
I'd draw a heart
upon the moon.
To show how beautiful you are,
because even with that
amazing sight in the sky
I'd never be able
to divert my eyes.
I'd let my love flow
through my pen
staining every page.
I'd shout of love
from any stage.
Always with your
face in my eyes.
As long as you
promise to not lie.
I'd draw a heart
that has been damaged,
bandaged,
shaken, ripped and torn.
Broken, weary and worn
with frayed veins' split ends
staining it in the blood
of a thousand bad days.
A heart that needs
a little life support
from somebody that cares.
But it still works and still has
more than enough love to share.
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