Fall
The safest love
is that unspoken.
The whitest dove,
with wings unbroken.
Here's to the frozen heart,
the one yet to be thawed,
Here's to the loneliest part,
that has yet to be flawed.
Here's to being clear.
with everything in the air.
a little less than cheer,
a little more than fair.
Heres to saving someone
that chance to ruin it all.
Taking the bullet for them,
and watching them watch you fall.
by
soccerkeeper21posted on 04/28/2007
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