If I knew I had one thing of yours secure at hand,
it would not be a wedding band.
But simply your eternity,
Just to know that it would be
us forever will keep me alive.
Allowing my heart to beat not dive,
into a plummet of pain.
If thats the way it will go, go back the way you came.
You know my name,
and your learning my story.
In all its glory.
Help me write the next chapter,
You and I can be the crafter
of all that is right in my heart.
We would both do our part,
in creating something great for us.
All we need is some trust,
and maybe some duct tape,
to mend our broken hearts. It is not to late,
to save our forever perishing souls,
from the ashes of heart ache.
Please take what you must.
All I need is some pixie dust,
to help me get through this,
and check it off my bucket list.
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