Take my arm,
and I'll help you stand.
It'd be a whole other story,
already partially written,
just waiting for you,
if you would take my hand.
I could take you,
so far from here.
Am I not all you want?
Then what do you desire?
I could help you fly,
just look me in the eyes.
Tell me, love,
that it isn't better,
when you've got arms,
to wrap you up,
hold you when you're cold,
and lift you if you fall.
-I don't really like this one. I needed to get that out, but it felt more forced than anything else. Bleh. Fuck.
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