If I could I would--
I'd pull your ribs apart,
like the bars on the jail cell.
We'd make a clean break.
I'd touch your racing heart,
to control those anxieties,
to calm you down,
to stop you from pacing around.
So let me do all the worrying,
you know I'm so good at it.
Just like skating on broken ice with you;
I'm treading lightly.
I'm watching my step.
Friday, June 27, 2008
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