dedicated to dripping-sarcasm , for making me a little stronger. thank you.

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here i am
scribbled in the notebook of your arms
captured in the locket of your eyes
held between the embrace of your lips
as we watch the fog rise

there you are
written in the middle of my lines
like a ripped page in the centre of a book
who knows what the story would have said
oh, if i could have another look

here i am
resting in the water of your hands
somewhere between the window and the door
rain is falling softly through the ceiling
stars are scattered on the floor

there you are
sitting on the planks within my chest
while the sun slips through those broken beams
and you carefully tuck away my tears
into the recess of your dreams