Sunday, March 29, 2009

Zipper my hem
To keep me free to run
Until you trip me up
With your blue skies
Tough knees
Making me dodge and plead
You are the one folding from the thoughts of speech
I beg to borrow so I can be your air
Let down my hem
So I can dress myself
in who I really am
All I need is the wind to push me into myself
and towards you
So we can fall together
Into our new forever

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