The first version is always better,
your rough edges make you beautiful,
i cross the dividing line,
between peace and insanity,
trying to read your mind,
a death defied, my questions why,
your heart wrenching reply,
the fear you instill in me,
the possibility that i might actually lose you,
i don't feel the separation,
until i hear your name,
i'll shut you out as long as we're away,
i heard your voice on my pillow,
a whispering i could not ignore,
do i have your reasoning right?
i'd take the train to see you sleep,
listen to you breathe quietly and so slowly,
i might die if this is it,
i haven't found another with a touch like yours.