Not all scars are bad, the paths we roam....in the blood

A half smile, a hair toss and I sink...and I'm lost, swimming in your deep end, more than ready to dive in.

Your eyes laugh, and words follow suit.

Why dress it up? Its all fodder to the fuel. 

The gauge reads full, and its not wrong.

I'm ready to roll, any way you want go.

All night.... ebb and flow, this tide... its highs and lows, are natural.

As natural as trees when they grow, the way they wave goodbye and hello,

Arms open to every possibilty. Each day, just another ring they wear to mark the moments that matter. So make your mark on me, in me....you're worth the memory. I wouldn't want it any other way. 

Carve me so they can read the story of us, years after we are gone.

They will trace our love lines, in trails of kisses left behind,

and maybe even find their way too....down by the banks where I flow into you.

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Blood Bank

Well, I met you at the blood bank

We were looking at the bags

Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

You said "see lookit, that's yours

Stacked on top with your brother's

See how they resemble one another

Even in their plastic little covers"

And I said I know it well

That secret that you knew

But don't know how to tell

It fucks with your honor And it teases your head

But you know that it's good, girl 'Cause its running you with red

Then the snow started falling

We were stuck out in your car

You were rubbing both of my hands

Chewing on a candy bar

You said "ain't this just like the present

To be showing up like this"

 As a moon waned to crescent

We started to kiss

And I said I know it well

That secret…

-Bon Iver