Build me a house
the one we talked of
on long cold nights
wrapped in each other's arms
to ward off our addictions
and shadows of the past.
Build me a house
with the library
of endless books
which you drew
in detail
upon my skin
into the second showing
of our favorite film.
Build be a house
just like you told me
you'd furnish with children
and laughter
and love.
Build me a house
and I'll try to come
back to your arms
but I can't give you my word
for I lost it somewhere
amongst the decaying plants
and drifts of snow.
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