When you are sleeping,
I hope you know that I never want
this feeling of completeness
to ever leave my grasp.
I'm afraid I'm holding on too much
and you might slip away.
What a clutz I am.
When you look in the mirror,
I hope you don't think of your life without
me by your side.
I crave you like a sons love
for his mother.
Before I was lost without
you.
Now,
I have found my
way home,
And home is honestly
where ever you
may be.
I hope it's with me.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
When you are sleeping,
I hope you know that I never want
this feeling of completeness
to ever leave my grasp.
I'm afraid I'm holding on too much
and you might slip away.
What a clutz I am.
When you look in the mirror,
I hope you don't think of your life without
me by your side.
I crave you like a sons love
for his mother.
Before I was lost without
you.
Now,
I have found my
way home,
And home is honestly
where ever you
may be.
I hope it's with me.
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