only if

what is left
but wistful words

wasted wants
and willful wallow

…allow me to reiterate;

lavish me
with love
for life

along the leafy sea
of dragons

pour your heart
into mine
as we pore over this rose dramatis

never let us falter
into cold complacent
static statues

…sadly…

there is irony
within these words

if one has ever heard
a heartbeat…

held a hope
that fell
into that old vacant abyss
inside…

the one that wants to rob the morrow
hobble us
with sorrow’s sword

if my tears could turn toward
the bleakest sky

would I then follow…

only
if you took my hand
and told me
who I am

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