If I begin to morph and mutate
Into a conglomeration and collage
Of all the things I never wanted to be–
A ball of Emo hiding in a back alley
A slicing scream secluded in a silver haze
A swerving erratic line of up and down–
Remind me again to breathe you in,
Drink in your smile and eyes,
Feel again your steady hand grab mine
And lift with me to skies
You steady me when I’m shaking
Give me courage when I’m breaking
Help me believe again that I can fly
That, together, nothing is impossible
My Love, My Heart, My King
Morph me into all the things
We dream and dare to be
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