Rescue, by Lock and KeyMature

my mind wanders
to places never meant for good
and I get stuck
and I start to lose
pieces of me
and I think
that there is no way out
but you come stumbling in
causing the moon to shine bright
with jealousy
of your smile
and you catch my pieces
and lead me out
locking the door behind us
and if I were an explosive test-tube
you were the stopper
You are
the magic floating in front of me
the epitome
of all space
and music
would want to be
and if that brought evil
than I am your shield
no wind or force
will blow out
my candle.

The End

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