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[theseashes_burn]

I've tried, time after time
to explain this feeling,
but nothing ever seems to fit.
Words after words drip from my lips,
but don't be mistaken, love,
they don't mean a thing.

In times like this,
actions speak louder than words,
but the only action I can compose
is screaming your name into the abyss.

I'd wrap you in flowers,
I'd wrap you in winter,
and watch you grow when spring comes.
I'd tug at your roots,
and ask you My Love,
when you plan on coming undone.
So I can stand there and watch you wither
in the summers sun.

I'd sing you a song,
if I could remember the words.
And I'd play you a chord,
if I could remember how to play.
I'd stand by you when fall comes in,
and your leaves change colors.
But My Love, perfection isn't perfect,
sometimes it's just giving all we've got to give.

You've had my heart
since the first time you made me laugh.
Now, My Love, let me ask,
what do you plan to do with it?