If you were a book
I'd never put you down,
Read from cover to cover
Then turn around
And do it all over again.
If you were an angel
I'd cut off both your wings.
You would feel no pain,
But be right here with me,
On the ground.
I love you like a junkie loves her syringe,
Like a lonely kid needs her imaginary friend,
Like birds love the spring,
I need you with me.
If the world were ending
I'd hold you close and tight,
Listen to your heartbeat
And know we'd be alright
While all is falling apart.
If I were to wake
And find this all a dream,
I'd always close my eyes
And feel your love for me,
And keep it in my heart.
I love you like a junkie loves her syringe,
Like a lonely kid needs her imaginary friend,
Like birds love the spring,
And like all that love means-
You know I'll never leave
I need you with me. |
Submission Name: Perfectly Impossible
