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I'll make you home
That flows like your words
Onto the parchment
Align all the rooms
So that they have the best view
Into the sunset
I'm building a world
From your brushstrokes
The fine lines that we weave
Are the words that
We spoke
I'll write you a poem
That will hold you up strong
When all the stars turn
And if our world burns
You won't be hurt alone
Cuz I'll be hurting too
But we
Can rewrite the story together
To one
Of those endings where
They live happily forever after
And I'd be the scene
That played out in your dreams
Of the future
I'd be the screen
That frames you
Where you're sleeping tonight
A construct so perfect
Beyond fantasy
And yet still
Truer than life
(Life) without
Anymore goodbyes
The strongest of
Structures still broken
I've seen
The surest lines written fall senselessly
And never spoken loud
I need to hear your voice
I need to escape from the cold inside my mind
Clipping straight through through the noise
The pieces tumble as I race far behind you
Now here we stand
In the rubble of plans
Left forsaken
The embers still glowing
Like memories slow faded
Time has taken away
But I
Can build you a new world
From brushstrokes
The fine
Lines that I weave are the
Words that we spoke
The Calligrapher and the Archi - I Hate This Place
