If I could, I would fix our wrists together.
In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn’t tear us apart.
But impossibility knows nothing of compromise,
And hope can only take us so far.
Tracing your outline in my sheets.
Painting your face on my pillow.
Faking going to sleep,
So I can fake waking up to you.
But my hands are tied by miles.
If I could I
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