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.