Friday, August 6, 2010

love renovation

you say that i am a renovator
the builder of your dreams
giving your heart a make-over
sewing you up at the seams

i reconstructed an old laughter
in your eyes and on your lips
a room for our past-time chatter
and a place your hands on my hips

the highest towers of circumstances
i'm constructing our fate
the floorboards creak with chances
hideaways are worth the wait

can i craft something to last forever
if it rests on quicksand?
a refurbished miracle keeps us together
don't give me your heart- only your hand.

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