What Was She To Read?

What was she to read?

What Was She To Read?

As she hid with character
Will he remain this
Place she entered with
The woman she pretended
Was stars once upon
With mind equal to
And love returned as much
With secrets because
It just flowed that way
To hold their hands
Upon the rising stairs
After gifts of wooing
Her voice upon his
Waiting stories of balconies
He's reached from holding
Light around his halo
Could he still hold that
Person he was leaking
To be a day he would
Mold into if he healed right
Yet, her vision of was
Wrong about the 'when'
He would be this one day
Could he be underneath
Would kindness rise above
The fool he held close
To become his own nightmare
Would he release that burden
Just to hold her as dream

Sleepless and given up too much
Of her time while she let go
To hold her life in fortune
Disguised as a trip into
Nothing out there
Would she be drawing her dream
And writing steps to maybe
About stars and many suns
If he walked out of safe
Characters she placed him
Would madness be a better
Wish of him to have never
Walked that other around her
Display of grand pains
Could he just be a maybe
Heard her once and followed
Watching to be helped by
Something he never knew lived
Healing before ever touching
Wounds deeper than hell
So that he could maybe love
Her enough to come to
Be what she needed already now
Starting to fill all the room she made
Just to run across her name
He could fill as lasting gift
Or walk upon, to leave
Wold he be this underneath
He's never shown himself to be

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