When you fall
I would crawl
To the ends of the earth to see you soar again
But in reality it'd do no good at all
Leaving me with nothing but scabbed knees
Words drifting away in the breeze
Why can't I inspire you to be happy as the drink seems to make you
Why can't you let me take you
To where nobody can break you
I pound on the piano, thinking of how beautiful you can be
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good poem
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