i burned down bridges in my spare time and he rebuilt everything that i had lost, fingers crossed, repeating to himself: she'll be mine, she'll be mine, she'll be mine. his greatest hope, his one true dream - to hold me in his arms.
he got his wish, he got a kiss and wiped the salt from my eyes. What's wrong, my dear? as his lips brushed my ear. Why all the tears? We've made it, we've done it, we're in love, we're here. Do not cry. I love you, I do. I'll build bridges over oceans, towers that touch the sky. I'd build anything for you.
Yes, i say, my words lost in his hair. But what happens when I burn it all down?
written august 17 2008 at 12:21 pm & september 28 2008
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