If I let you
Happen to me
Pretend words have no meaning
Let you build
A fence of language
A language offence
To hold against me
You ought to hold against me
The border of your skin
Between our fingers entwined
A distance so far
An ocean in our eyes
Drifting us apart
Words echoing through solitude
In our embrace
If we tear words apart
Rebuild from syllables
Scattered like clothes across the floor
Cross only borders
Of getting across
Could I
Happen to you?
Love and words,
Winterdragon
