Naked With Clothes On Poem by poem whore

A cut in my heart that would take a hundred light years to cross
seems to have been mended by your feather soft touch
A pain thet on that day I thought never again will I love
you ran across
befriended me holding me excepting me
taking me in and now I am finding that I am getting lost in the thought
of being in love again to fly with wings that had been striped from me
in what only could be the darkest hour of a life that I had seen infront of me.you are giving me another shot at what was lost and I want to thank you for that I want to love you for that I want you to be the other part of me so that we will never have not to be but is what we be naked with are clothes on mentaly