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Building
I asked you what Love is, and you couldn't give me an answer.
The image of it you thought was true I shattered.
With those pieces we build and find a new meaning, and even when the glass cuts us I'm here to heal you and we carry on.
Like soldiers our scars show not pain, but lessons, reminders of our differences, yet I still love you.
And so skyward we build, catching the rain with our eyes but too afraid to shed them,
Hiding my emotion because really, I can't control it, no matter how brave I seem,
And you are much stronger.
Your eyes speak of secrets unspoken, that spark of laughter and mischief I never knew until now.
You're my complete opposite, and so you complete me,
filling the empty gaps between my fingers when you hold my hand.
You've taught me so much, changed who I am, the way I think, yet I still hide so much from you, and I'm sorry.
I was a broken child - what they failed to develop in me you were there to open the door and turn on the light, illuminating the yellow brick road.
You've broken my chains and wiped my eyes, given me your shoulder so I'll give you my heart;
it's never been in safer hands.
The image of it you thought was true I shattered.
With those pieces we build and find a new meaning, and even when the glass cuts us I'm here to heal you and we carry on.
Like soldiers our scars show not pain, but lessons, reminders of our differences, yet I still love you.
And so skyward we build, catching the rain with our eyes but too afraid to shed them,
Hiding my emotion because really, I can't control it, no matter how brave I seem,
And you are much stronger.
Your eyes speak of secrets unspoken, that spark of laughter and mischief I never knew until now.
You're my complete opposite, and so you complete me,
filling the empty gaps between my fingers when you hold my hand.
You've taught me so much, changed who I am, the way I think, yet I still hide so much from you, and I'm sorry.
I was a broken child - what they failed to develop in me you were there to open the door and turn on the light, illuminating the yellow brick road.
You've broken my chains and wiped my eyes, given me your shoulder so I'll give you my heart;
it's never been in safer hands.
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