Support me and I'll stand by you

prop you up when you're too drunk to stand

as we stroll down the street

hand in hand

through the nights of delerium

through the laughs made of helium

in bitter times, past bitter words

in sweet moments of sweet kisses

when passed out on the dance floor

when screaming you want more

through the tears and confusion

through the nightmared delusion

as we tumble through bedsheets

worn out from the last arguement

with poems and love songs

righting eachothers wrongs

raise your glass my sweet capture

for in you, I'm enraptured.

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