you're written on my arm in love,
you've stopped the bleeding.
the tear on your face has become a dove,
transparent and quietly fading.
you stood by me and look!
look at the messes I've made,
there's ink on the carpet and bitterness in the air,
but you hold my hand like I'm a child again,
and with your eyes you stare,
you stare ahead and tell me:
'don't worry, we're not done yet.
there's time to correct your bleeding heart,
there's always a time for second starts.
there's always a way for me to hold you,
hold you in my heart.'
you're holding my hands when I can't see you there,
so I'll love you with all i am.
and I'll gladly stand up,
next to you.
and I'll gladly stand up,
next to you.
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