Tuesday, January 20, 2009

IF I . . . WOULD YOU . . .

If i . . . Would you . . .


If i open up my heart,


Would you help the world tear it the rest of the way apart,


If i finally broke down, laid down and died,


Would you be the first, the last, or the only one who cried,


If i reached out in desperation and held your hand,


Would you hold on firm or would it be like grabbing hour glass sands,


If i allowed you to see my broken wings,


Would you laugh at me or finally hear my demons scream and all the angels in heaven above sing,


If i ran out into the cold dead of night where it's safe for me to hide,


Would you find compassion enough to bring me back inside,


If i told you that i might have one more last chance to feel,


Would you abandon me or help me heal,


If i pieced myself back together so that i gave you me at my best,


Would you give me comfort, joy, peace and finally rest,


If i opened up my soul and showed you the wounds and scars,


Would you try to replace them with heaven above and all of it's stars,


If i gave you my love from this day forwards,


Would you gravitate away from me or towards,


If i promised to always love, honor and cherish,


Would you starve my promise or nourish,


If i promised you all of me: good, bad, saintly, sinful, crazy, sane, evil, ugly, beautiful and sweet to you,


Would you give me back all of the same in you too,


If i gave you my all, gave you my most,


Would you look up and realize that what you had always really wanted, you had just lost.    

IF I . . . WOULD YOU . . .

If i . . . Would you . . .


If i open up my heart,


Would you help the world tear it the rest of the way apart,


If i finally broke down, laid down and died,


Would you be the first, the last, or the only one who cried,


If i reached out in desperation and held your hand,


Would you hold on firm or would it be like grabbing hour glass sands,


If i allowed you to see my broken wings,


Would you laugh at me or finally hear my demons scream and all the angels in heaven above sing,


If i ran out into the cold dead of night where it's safe for me to hide,


Would you find compassion enough to bring me back inside,


If i told you that i might have one more last chance to feel,


Would you abandon me or help me heal,


If i pieced myself back together so that i gave you me at my best,


Would you give me comfort, joy, peace and finally rest,


If i opened up my soul and showed you the wounds and scars,


Would you try to replace them with heaven above and all of it's stars,


If i gave you my love from this day forwards,


Would you gravitate away from me or towards,


If i promised to always love, honor and cherish,


Would you starve my promise or nourish,


If i promised you all of me: good, bad, saintly, sinful, crazy, sane, evil, ugly, beautiful and sweet to you,


Would you give me back all of the same in you too,


If i gave you my all, gave you my most,


Would you look up and realize that what you had always really wanted, you had just lost.