September 11, 2008

In our late night conversations

She breaks me down and rebuilds me

Using her beautiful insides as a blueprint

She leaves footsteps in the wet cement

So she remembers… so they know

I stand so tall

I am her masterpiece

Just a canvas before, for playful ones

A master’s touch with unknown strokes

She knows what she’s doing

Sit and watch as I take shape

I’ll never fall

Eye up all the angles

Sometimes they don’t meet at right

Some would say perfect and true

I’m gonna be something, just watch

A forever thing to love

For her I fall

Itchy Fingers, Scratchy Words

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