And if i were

all you knew

and all you thought

i was

youd take me in

In purest thought

as blind acceptance

does

and with each hand

youd stretch on out

to reach for mine

in peace

and find at best

a sharp recoil

and times elusive

crease

of warped six sense

and poisoned darts

all aimed

at frozen heart

while pretty girl

with wondrous lips

can never stop

or start

in simple fail

of frozen nights

and dreams

that never were

-id simply hope

youd take soft hand

and reach back

to find

~her~