Daydream

you build with your words , you make sky scrapers from your sentences and cathedrals with stanzas ,

it all comes together like the notes in a symphony a perfect harmony all tied together to make the sweetest fruit fresh off the trees you picked the stars out of the sky for me i kissed your bleeding hands and you said thank you and it kills me how i hurt you you were so good to me i could only see sky with thunderstorms and the ground beneath me always seemed to threaten to collapse and take me with it but you never let me fall my hope died the day we met and was reborn through you and all I ever wanted was to make you smile the way you made me live and i know how hard it was to forgive such errors that could only be redeemed with bloodyour smile is the cynosure of my life and if I could do one thing it would to erase that pain 

This poem is about: 
Me

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