Had I been the one to
I would embrace your soul and
have it befriend my own.
Had I been the one to
I would wipe your scars,
count them and kiss them,
teach you how to cry with a hoping heart.
Given your heart I would patch it every how,
hunt down a star and have it light you up so good,
scattering the shadows I have also lived with.
Embellish your soul with the fragments
of my once brokenness and say "it's OK".
I dream through your eyes when
you're staring deeply into mine:
I could tell you all the stories I live in
and how happily they always end,
had I been the one to.
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