Compassion 9-29-07© (Dedicated to Micah)

by Amanda Clayburn   Dec 27, 2007


How come when I see you
It�s like I am cradled in your arms
I�m making you have me
Not afraid of showing my flawed body
So conceded in one persons world
And I wont you to be that one
You never wanted anything form me
But except what we�ve wanted
Looking into your eyes
Pushes my razors away from my wrist
Wanting to be even closer
Knowing you will never corrupt me

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