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Over these lines on pages
I see a heart slowly breaking
And all that runs through my head
Is “Please...let me help you get ahead”

Watching your misery through pen
Bleeding through ink and not in red
The havoc that is taking
I wish I could chase away

Only able to watch the pain
Like a shooting star streaking through rain
My body seeping up the remnants it feels through the stresses

If only I could call your names
If I could just ease the darkness that quakes
And whisper sweet nothings in its face...
If only you knew that the breaks in the lines were my heart beats
To encourage you to keep breathing

With every dagger that strikes
So too does my love burn bright
This hidden desire to be a weapon
To help you defend and remember

But here I watch on and pray
Keeping these secret hopes locked away
And suppress the cries to strip that which keeps you majestic...