Reaching You I., Reaching Me II.

I.

Blinded by the pain
Savoir you await

Holding out a hand
Waiting for a fate

Looking for a soul
Beautiful by nature
To make you feel at whole

A feather as a blessing
To lead you where to go

Weak to hold your ground
You stumbled forth and fell

But then your eyes grew wide
Looking up from your hell

 

II.

Bow before your savoir
I bless you with a favor

Broke your mortal coils
Pulled you from the soil

So in return you showed me
Just how much you loved thee

But then it came to be

That I did not save you
It was you who saved me

For you were my angel
Without wings

Author's Notes/Comments: 

dearest of blues

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