I leap out of the booth and take to sky
A trail of silver stars is all you see,
Unwilling to believe that I can fly
You cannot see the love that powers me.
I bend the bars of steel that hold you in
Allowing your escape from heartbreak’s hold,
My speed excites your lips and makes you grin
But still your smile is hiding something cold.
My x-ray vision peers behind your eyes
And cauterizing hurt I see a rose,
Your heart is on a podium – a prize
For me to win if I beat memory’s foes.
I wrap you in a cloak of magic charms
And fly you to the moon to watch you shine,
You see the light and fall into my arms
That past succumbs to super love divine.
Yet again, I did not write this but it’s simply beautiful[:
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