Meeting you was shaking hands
Unlocking a door got the first time
Laughing with you was remembering a fluent language
I had long since forgotten.
You saw my mess, my wreck
Listened to my story.
Every single chapter.
And you found a way to translate my codes.
The more I try to hide
To shut myself away,
The more you seem to already know.
I didn't know how lost I was,
How far from myself I'd veered,
Until you silently reminded me where I stand.
You adopted me
and gave me my first unconditional family.
Being your friend is like coming home.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Meeting you was shaking hands
Unlocking a door got the first time
Laughing with you was remembering a fluent language
I had long since forgotten.
You saw my mess, my wreck
Listened to my story.
Every single chapter.
And you found a way to translate my codes.
The more I try to hide
To shut myself away,
The more you seem to already know.
I didn't know how lost I was,
How far from myself I'd veered,
Until you silently reminded me where I stand.
You adopted me
and gave me my first unconditional family.
Being your friend is like coming home.