I’ve decided to stop.
Stop looking.
Stop searching.
Stop hoping.
I’ve been dreaming away
wasting my days,
lost
in thought.
Submerged in a silly idea
that you and I exist together
in this world.
That somewhere
you’re waiting for me to complete you,
to make you whole.
That someday
in this life,
I might actually feel at home.
Maybe on another planet
you and I
have found each other.
And maybe you fixed my heart
and sewed it back together.
And maybe
we dance in our underwear to songs of yesterday
in cozy nooks
where nobody ever goes to sleep
alone.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC
I’ve decided to stop.
Stop looking.
Stop searching.
Stop hoping.
I’ve been dreaming away
wasting my days,
lost
in thought.
Submerged in a silly idea
that you and I exist together
in this world.
That somewhere
you’re waiting for me to complete you,
to make you whole.
That someday
in this life,
I might actually feel at home.
Maybe on another planet
you and I
have found each other.
And maybe you fixed my heart
and sewed it back together.
And maybe
we dance in our underwear to songs of yesterday
in cozy nooks
where nobody ever goes to sleep
alone.
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